• My Dungeon

    As this stop sign is wiped completely clean
    Of its fluorescent, shielding metal screen
    The crash of souls is evident
    To the innocents on this rubber cement

    You’re in my dungeon
    You’re in my head
    The air is draining
    Walls closing in
    You’re under water
    Flooded by sin
    But sin is changing
    With my marking

    So a child learns to speak his line
    In a world of lies to false define
    His tongue is solvent with his breath
    But his words will not come from his chest

    He’s in god’s dungeon
    He’s in god’s head
    The air is draining
    Walls closing in
    He’s in the mirror
    Of his own grin
    But his mouth is moving
    From changes within

    You look at me and see a frown
    My drying lips held tightly down
    By the weights this heavy world provides
    Without these weights I am alive

    I’m in your dungeon
    I’m in your head
    The air is draining
    Walls closing in
    My tongue is drying
    My legs are pained
    But nothing changes
    When you’re in this game

    A speculation long premature
    This fine green leaf pulled to adore
    From summer trees, it’s plucked and viewed
    Then browns and dies from loss of food

    This leaf pulled long before its time
    We attempt to understand its sign
    And may presume our knowledge true
    But only autumn leaves are ones of hue

    As this dying leaf absorbs to Earth
    It spits a mongrel from its girth
    Stepped on by the ugly feet of man
    Nature is the falling hand