Here is a Body

Here is a body to destroy
A body you care little about
I would hardly call you such a thing
You are more like a miscalculation of flesh and blood and genes
Nobody made you
You just happened to fall out, out of luck
And that luck should have run out years ago

How dare you believe someone sculpted you
Leonardo on his worst day wouldn't have sculpted a creature of your sort
A vile, and sadly confused creature like yourself deserves not much
And we are of no resemblance, our one similarity urges me to tear your limbs off for what you did
The scar I left, I've vowed to fix, and I will
Your scar is putrid and permanent, left on someone hardly deserving

I want nothing more than a relapse for you
Your cold body is hardly a home for anyone, you cannot protect her
As she follows the tracks up your arm she will remember me
My clean body, clear head, and she will recall whose arms she belongs tucked under
Inside of you there is a multitude of diseases that seep out of your pores, quietly dissolving your muscles, splintering your bones, drenching your skin with toxins
It is slowly killing you
I pray for a speedy demise to get you out of the way

My hands shake as I search for the words to illustrate what you are
You are the dregs of society, an infected young man with a dormant addiction
I would do nearly anything to wake that beast
But so help me, if you bring her down with you, I will find you and I will kill you

When The Wheels Fell Off

The imprint we left on the pavement in my hometown,
when the wheels fell off, was small in size but colossal in every other way

We couldn't have seen it coming, the sound was deafening, and we were lucky enough
to have stopped when we did instead of going dangerously further

The weight on the passenger side of the car must have been too much
and that was my fault, the symbolism could have choked the crowd that was gathering

A sight to see for a small town and we were on display, a concrete catwalk and we were unclothed, you should have never been put in that position

There's a divot, a pothole, that sits there now, it doesn't get any smaller but it grows every so often when something touches it, and my skin is starting to feel like pavement