Accountability died today, a play between this and that and those locked in the fray.
Thoughts flood smooth: A ruse that’s trapped within both me and you.
We lost our lives in the crush of limbs, trimmed clean and left lean in the morgue.
We travelled down staircases of glory and told dark stories of Supervillains.
You called me a bastard and slapped me in the face,
I tried to chase you to the ends of the earth but; lost case.
I cried a river and shattered within, packed strips of my flesh into tin cans.
I pulled my hair out in strands, standing under street lights in faraway lands.
I used needle-nosed pliers on my tired fingernails, pulling them out with ease.
I slit my nostrils and gouged my eyes, flies buzzing around my half eaten corpse.
And then I took a sledgehammer to my bones, lay alone upon cobblestones.
But I could never sleep again,
Alain by a shattered brain, spent bullet casings showing me which way to go.
So I wandered across the cities, wraith, gritty and sore.
A ghost with no purpose, not hidden behind drawn curtains, as I had nobody to haunt.
My heart is still intact – but refracted and twisted out of proportion.
A hundred thousand fireflies still alive in the skies, guiding my steps when I run out of tries.
A shattered man trapped in the past, a vast world to explore, and much, much more,
But no hope to drive him.
You flew me up among the stars, devoid of other cars or people,
Church steeples and tiny lights below.
And dropped me; fast, hopes dashed, the last of me to hit the stacks of ash beneath.
And it brought me to that point again, where window panes refrained from telling me the truth. Simply shattered, scattered to the four winds, kin with raindrops and snowflakes.
We’re liars where it counts, doubt, gout, routs, all breaking us down slowly.
Shatter.
