When I’m alone with my thoughts wishing our world was better, I think about you.
It’s dark in our country at this moment in time and I know you’re at home, eyes open and head down.
I would pray you call, but I remember your faults. And prayer is a conversation with myself.
You beat down my soul and drowned me in your lies. Water puts out fire it’s true, but ice can also burn through flesh.
I picture your tainted bar; you know the one you pissed on with your weaknesses. I recall that leash around your neck, only allowed you to commute to your office, home and wherever the Boss commanded you.
Are you awake?
Of course, you hiss desperation into the air and blow that through to my ears. Then you cry alone under the safety of a user for an employee.
I remember the mornings you beeped into my private space…scattered messages, deeper lies and flattened truths.
Let me tell you, the lies you spawned this time last year have already manifested over what you claim to fly with. When yet another drains your existence, you’ll wish you were sleeping eternally.
In satisfactory memory of the worm that wiggled its way through my fruit bowl.