EVERY TIME I DIE – Business Casualty

Blood letting just to slake the lust of the little fangs writhing around
the trough. Oh how they run. While my love, back home at our infirmary, is
drying up. Her heart beat is on hold so if tomorrow finds her dead, I’ll blame
the ones that “loved” me best; that worthless lying crowd of snakes and the
committee of pigs that suck on the breast of a pregnant pen and shit out
promises. I’m chastened by a spiteful and unrelenting “gift” like a horse at
the end of a whip, yet still holding up. But my love, she doesn’t reap what I
sow. We cannot dine on bread alone. Give me the fuck what I am owed. Because
daddy needs a new pair of shoes and my girl is to be blue. I have given you
everything but it is never enough. My heart beat is on hold.

EVERY TIME I DIE – A Wild, Shameless Plain

Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp and carved
into statues of arthritic Gods or the handles of blunt swords that you’ll one
day run upon, with your eyes covered in moss. Shot down in it’s sleep. The big
game of the world wide garbage heap. You mounted it’s head on your wall. The
prize? Hollowed out eyes, mold in the cracks of it’s skull. The fur is matted
with blood and it’s tongue wet with mother’s milk. Gates opened wide and bedlam
came. Wise men were forced into a layman’s trade. With nothing but time, chaos
reigns. A great quiet has followed you to here. A blustering wind with nothing
of worth in it’s heart or hands. Your legacy is “a dull catalogue of common
things.” You’ve never even seen the blood you’ve drawn or looked in the eyes of
the kill you claim was yours before taking your picture with it.

EVERY TIME I DIE – Floater

To my mistress the bridge, I don’t feel well. I’ll be leaving and you can’t stop me.
We’ve been carrying on too long.
I’m sorry, but I’m gone. I’ve got a bad reputation to think about. I’ve been dirty, I’ve been wrong.
Maybe someday they’ll find that I’ve washed up.
I’m stepping out to clear my head. I’m breathing in to fill my lungs. We’re all dead.
Farewell scenic highway overpass.
It’s better this way anyways. My lover the river makes a better soldier than a bride.
But I left my heart at the side of her bed and she’s got the warmest body that I’ve ever had.
Drain the lake, you’ll find it’s full of love.
Bring the children to the water and let them see what heartache did.
This matrimony needs a witness, and you can teach them to swim.
Don’t let your dreamers grow up to be dead men. Drown us at birth, save her some time.
Drifting on romantic holiday, breathless as her cold arms cover me. Drag the lake. You will find it is full of love.

-Sincerely mine. Finally.