Here We Are, All We Are

Here we are, all we are, where’d we go…

Black wrenches on his wrath.
His hands, his beautiful hands.
Open. Slap. Don’t cry, be strong.
Bruising expectations,
So high.
His hands, they used to brush her lips.
So tender turned so hard.
He smiles with that smirk, says,
“Baby, you’ve always looked good in blue.”

Gray despair creates demise.
His eyes, such a deep brown.
Eighty-seven. Eighty-eight. Eighty-nine.
Perfectly bottled to end
A life.
His eyes, crying with the counting.
Just following her advice.
Suicide note, written with shaking hands,
“Mother, I’ll get this one thing right.”

Doubt lusts with toxic love.
Her soft skin, blouse unbuttoned.
Twisting bodies, force the romance.
Young love boxed with
A price.
Her soft skin, marked by another man.
Another man, another night.
Boozed up breath, he pinches her ass,
“Honey, try harder next time I fuck you.”

Muted rage he swears released.
His fingers, their written lyrical disgust.
They caress, check, re-check.
Methodical beginning to
An end.
His fingers, dancing on a trigger.
He strides smiling through school doors.
Point it, cock it, pull it, laughing,
“Told you motherfuckers you’d regret it all.”

Here we all, all we are, where’d we go…
Choosing for the sake of choice.
Future leaders, future massacres.
Turn away, it’s easier than looking.
Look hard, don’t force a smokescreen.
Their fault, Our fault, The Past.
Doesn’t matter, in the moment,
Not until that moment passes.
Watch us hide it, watch us flaunt it.
Hate decays so fierce, so quick.
Dainty genocide, packaged and ready to go.
Burn the world to match our burns.
Excuses, excuses.
Cause, fear, blame, pain.
I look around.
I’d rather not.
So many terms, but they mean little.
Prostitution, self-mutilation,
Anorexia, suicide ideation,
Drugs, molestation.
Struggling youth of the nation.
Here we are, all we are,

Where’d we go?

by fade
posted on 11/27/2008