Phoenix

When the boogeyman comes, he whispers: “Drink this for it is my body”

This state is my favorite enemy-
Where was the law
when it was raping me?
All alone, in an empty room
with the rouge on my cheeks and
my lips on its dick;
all confused?

This state is of substance abuse.
The milkman told me
“Drink or you’ll get bruised”
and I listened
as a good kid I am.
So, I pray for no more pain-
Yet, today, I live in shame!

In duality
I’m a monkey
holding its liturgy
for a God to stop the mud
from burying me!
I’m a soul remembering
how the Devil’s boiling me-
in virgin blood,
alive in this pot
as I blow its whistle-
“So good!” It feels hot…

Now’s too late to stop the missile
as society
penetrates in me
the man soon to be;
a tragedy.

Burn burn
burn burn
burn burn
in purgatory.

Born born
born born
born born
in purgatory.

This is not a social manifesto!
This is war;
endless fight between a child and an illusion.
Presto!
More, daddy, more-
Need no conclusion…
Feed me,
choke me
with your eight limbs, two heads-
Through sin, carve in me that one dream.

Shock me, daddy;
so deep
’till you split
my mind and body
Aaaah!
Now, choke us with longing
to grow back into one…
No need for prolonging
the burst of the sun.

We sit in our knees, Father.
Forgive us?
Please, torturer,
set us free?!
God, where do we sit?
Is there a chair, somewhere?
Where do we fit?
This suit we wear
tires us, Father
Please, set us free.

Too late to stop the missile
as we blow the whistle
of society
which penetrates
the men to be;
a tragedy.