whore of babylon

all this change
it is new and unfettered
it is the crashing of a wave
the slow shake of the sand on the beach

don't you want to know details?
it isn't surgery for the soul.
i opened up from the neck down
my torso cracked apart like a dead cow
they want my meat still.

you could take out my heart,
dissect it
tweezers couldn't make it in those cracks
they would catch up
jarred so deep on a break in routine.

they say you only get beautiful
after the biggest of tragedies
the sorrow in your eyes catches on film
and those cameras
they soak up your misery like a dirty rag.

that's the only use for all these trash magazines,
they mop up the blood when you get too obscene.
and your fucking complaints
they grate on my skin like dirty nails
and you can't catch your hooks in me for long
i distract too easily.

the sunlight catches on your sin
and all those little points sprinkle over my skin
like gunshot wounds
about seventy of them
i'm open like a watering can
so pour my blood over all your lilies
i'm sure they would appreciate my honesty.

but not everyone can be like me
all saintly and frayed at the edges
makes me think of your coat
all lumberjack without the saw
and sometimes i wish you had some bite in you
but i can look high and i can look low.
sorry baby,
all i see around your arms and legs are chains

god keeps you and your alcoholism with him for eternity.
he breaks you from your soul outwards
and damn if you'll ever know what he's got in store for you.
you put me in a coma.
i want to wake up and feel the blood sluggishly pump through my veins.

more than you could ever do,
you can't even revive a soldier.
i'm a (soul)dier of love.
with my nails digging into my wrists,
and my heart in my head,
someday you will pay.

those breakers of babylon will swallow you,
drown you inside your own mind.
oppressive little town,
built up on the seaside
everything is just an illusion
for nothing we will ever see.