I’d open your heart with such surgical skill
We are gods of the world we accept
You shrink from the darkness
Like a coward.
No Moses am I
I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.
Rip at my cords and claim my fame
As they tug at my will to resist.
There’s a doorway where I lay;
What lies beyond, I cannot say
The social butterfly,
The lover the son the friend; pretend.
It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas
Plug me in
To your grand design