Perception prevents truth
from escaping the gallows
made of thick iron bars;
the boundaries of my mind.
My reality is steamy
lust filled nights
and sweaty thighs of girls
with faces I cant remember
and they all smile
with redder than blood lips
whispering promises
of dollar bills
and glimmering pools
and naked bodies
and the devil's fresh tools
whispering promises
of a wild life
filled with wild nights
where each night is
wilder than the previous
and I watch as sanity
walks away from my life.
Deeper and deeper I sink
watching the barbs
tightening on my wrists
the color washing off my eyes
like the blue from the skies.
Maybe I shouldn't have listened
maybe I should have
plugged my ears
and run for the exit
maybe I should have chosen another in the mailbox
Or maybe it had all been chosen for me.
All the big birds
that have come to feast
will flutter and be cruel.
Lord, forgive me.
Even the vultures
can't eat the sins
in my heart.
-Ridhwan
