curbdrop out of grace

you discovered that you and your mother,
shared much more in common than his bastard last name,
you uncovered your thoughts are all colored,
in an empty room you can't figure out just where they all came.
the time to hum has grown in the groans,
this disappointment will rip what you've sewn.

you discovered that you and your father,
fall and fail with women in similar ways,
you recovered in time for another,
to dig deeper expectations when they all end the same.
the time to hunt has grown in the groans,
this disappointment will rip what you've sewn.

you discovered that you and your brother,
share the same anger that should wash out in the rain,
you uncovered that you and your lovers,
cling to each other to be each savior's from fate.
god is a joke and love is a hoax,
when you're sleeping underwater,
hope when you laugh no one notes you react,
to the sight of your own blood.

waking up each morning to find nothing has changed.
waking up each morning to find nothing has changed.

posted by fillshe @ 9:08 PM