Id on the Rocks
Liquid truth inside this cup,
Clear and still and cold, like air,
Cradled in a frozen hand,
To soon drown lips without forbear.
Bleaching past and present thoughts,
Distracting what, when, where, and who,
Unchaining lies and untold reals,
Flowing tillâ€™ a course is through.
False warmth spills to flesh inside,
Cold blood trapped in what is real,
Guiding taboo fluids on,
Hungry needs awake -- to feel.
Eyes meet eyes, quick lust arise,
Skin to skin, a selfish grin,
Love and loyal are placed away,
Poisoned minds concede to sin.
Promise smothered by a fib,
Harmless once, yet not again,
Secrets slip through sloppy words,
Difficult to make an end.
Blame provokes a livid soul,
Cuts and bruises start to form,
Lonesome in a corner room,
Thoughts marinate in fear and scorn.
A tortured mind through laggard time,
Crawls sanguine passed a slothen beast,
A spirit comforts trembling hands,
Soon reason hides so wrath can feast.
Sharp solution in a palm,
A toneless breath through biting teeth,
Placed across a stilly maw,
Crimson falls and stains beneath.
Confusion through dark space, thin walls,
Offspring lie in un-made beds,
No villain from the shadows come,
To howl and shriek and shake their heads.