Broken

The crimson twilight pours over the land as a mortal wound in a sanguine sky.

The unthinking, inconsiderate act rolls onward slowly breaking the innocent back.

The terror of incomprehension writhing on her face as she tries to flee with immobile limbs dragging behind.

There is no bullet of mercy for the victim nor a fitting consequence for the criminal.

An inefficacious glance is all that is offered by the gaping maws of passersby.

The rage permits no tears to fall on cheeks filled with gritted teeth.

The ducts are clotted with blood and crusted with ancient anger.

Evil scores its devices of misery from a willing god to murder and maim the just and innocent.

Winded and gaunt from lifetimes of struggle, we lay on the desiccated path.

We tear at the air with desperate grasp for a modicum of justice and a moment of peace.

Abandoned and lost to relentless time, we are left to draw in the silty dust with our last labored breaths.

Trail

As I walk down the trail of life
I see hallowed, drawn faces all around me.
But in their eyes, I see love...
a love that comes from
the shared burden of living.

But some faces are rapacious,
and in those faces,
their eyes show a wanton hunger
that needs to feed...
like they are waiting to pick my bones.

Desert Flower

To the flower that
tried to grow in the desert.
Wetted by the spring rains
that ended the blight,
it blossomed
in the dew of night.
But under the desert sun,
it wilted in the desert light,
born only to die.

Wind Blowing Away my Tears

Time to trade
this new pain for old
We always long
for the good ol' days

Those old familiar scars
are always part of you
Time to pack my bags
and hit the road

Well, I aint got nothin' to do,
but a whole lot of thinkin'
So I'm gonna do
a little bit a drinkin'

When the dust settles on
this old road
Wash them blues away an' put
some miles behind me

Never wanna light for long
Start feeling pain, and I'll be gone
I'm a ghost of my former self

I get high only to
fall to the ground
Little pieces of me
scattered from town to town

People I can't
forget, always
get me down

Never wanna leave town, but
can't stick around

Fresh wounds and heartache
take me away

Miles pass like years
Wind blowin' away my tears

Cut Me Til I Bleed

Here I sit
In this shit
Too pissed to spit

Cold through the bone
Telemarketer on the phone
Wait 'til she's done
Can't quite reach my gun

Only action with
No reaction ...
For me
Can't let them win
So full of sin

Cut me 'til I bleed
Bleed me 'til I die
Rocky mountain high
There's hate under this big sky

Warm western wind
Chills to the bone
People are so cold
So far from home

Native is the cry
From whom no ancestors died
In pools of blood

Out of the sun
The rivers did run
With this pestilent flood

Cut me 'til I bleed
Bleed me 'til I die
My spirits cry
There's hate under this big sky

All around
The putrid stench of apathy
Invertebrate maggots stir
In poison flesh phlegmatically

Never have I seen so many
So happy to live in their own waste
Never have I seen so many
Who bring my bile to taste

In your world
I was yanked from the pixie's dream
The slaughter of innocents
And the scapegoat's scream

Hear it?
See it?
Feel it?

No, you're too busy
Being free

Bastards Breed
While martyrs bleed

Cut me 'til I bleed
Bleed me 'til I die
I am the evil
In your eye