By, Richard Acosta
By Richard Acosta
Published By Midland Marsh
Copyright 2012 Richard Acosta
As the oil feeds the flame…
Needle up ol’ Ziggy and you’ll find the secret that lies within. From five years and beyond stars do I find absolution but only in suicide is there truth. From the echoes I stare and conjure the odd ways of feeling through these walls. I know I can never be forgiven let alone saved; at least I tried to make something of this prison of life.
IT’S A LONG DRIVE BACK TO YOU AND I SEE YOU ALWAYS WANTED ME TO SUFFER THROUGH. IT’S A LONG CRAWL BACK TO ME. SOLUTIONS ARE DREADED LIES BETWEEN THE SHEETS. DO YOU WANT ME LIKE I WANTED YOU? YOU KNOW IT’S A MISTAKE TO HAVE TREVELLED THIS WAY. IT’S A LONG WALK BACK TO ME AND ALL THE HOPES ARE JUST TIED UP SUFFERING BUT I STILL SEE YOU ALWAYS WANTED ME TO SUFFER THROUGH.
Into the great emptiness and void I watch. They stare back with their dead eyes crying. I can even hear all of the animals laughing all around at me, especially at my stupidity. I try to feel them but when I reach out I only feel the chalk of the mortar. Maybe just maybe I will reach their necks one day.
YOU NEVER SAID I CARED ENOUGH BUT I DUST MYSELF OFF. YOU NEVER WANTED ME CLOSE ENOUGH; EMBARASSED OF US ALL. YOU NEVER SEE YOUR OWN FAULTS, THE FLAWS RUIN THE MESS. THERE’S NO WAY TO BE CONSTANTLY FIGHTING DISTRESS. WHERE ARE YOU NOW, I’LL TRY TO FIX YOU SOMEHOW…WHERE ARE YOU. YOU NEVER WANTED HELP AT ALL. SOMEHOW IT’D WORK OUT. I NEVER SAW YOU FIX IT ONCE; I WISH YOU’D JUST SHOUT. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE THIS WAY. CAN YOU HEAR MY DISTANT SCREAM? I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’D IGNORE…THAT’S NOT THE WAY IT SHOULD BE. WHERE ARE YOU NOW? I’LL TRY TO FIX YOU SOMEHOW.