Cruel Life

Reach into your inner depths and
Pull the cord that snapped inside
Ravaged by pain and crime, white
Lines and murals of your corporal

Forms, softly tendrils tumble and
Climb to the surface of the earth
Breaking free of misconceptions, a
New kind of birth where the blood

Is metal on your tongue and there
Was no safety to begin with, suture
Up the jagged edges and feel the
Weeping of the past smother the

Present and future tense, the violins
Are playing sad songs, the monotone
Of your life, ripe with rejection and
Refusal to accept what has been-this

Is the real disease, flowing through
Your shredded veins these mindless
Games and bitter truths, cruel life
Is trying to make a man out of you.


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