Ode To My Favourite Knife

the way i am,
a key caked in rust,
a lover baked in lust,
useless, useless,
bust.

the way i am,
an oceanic maze,
take a guess,
east or west,
a random river might be best,
to drown the demons i manifest,
me and my pity,
against a world of lies aplenty,
we are two but they are twenty,
we are few but they are many,
that is how it must come to be,
a fish out of sea,
a guitar out of key,
mindless, mindless,
me.

the way i am,
jaded by the times,
bejewelled with my rhymes,
a marching corpse
that never stops,
a canvas for your sins,
a trophy for your win,
means.

the way i am,
brilliant as a puppet tool,
have a push, have a pull
a lovely godless ghoul,
a fucking fool
who lives for you.

the way you are,
distant as the morning star,
mailing me your ghost,
and the sweetest lies i love the most
from afar,
your tragic love like careless cars
driving off a sunset cliff,
never having to bid adieu,
never even needed to,
the prayers on my sunday pew,
makes me wonder how is it that you
always do the things you do,
and most of all the why's and when's,
you sometimes try to give a damn
about
the way i am.

(august 18, 2002)