Fodder

Fodder


I know he's in there,
Head bent over his ragged notebook
Pencil flying
Letting lose his inner turmoil
Or inner angst

Fucking poets.

I'll bet my name is nowhere
On those many scribbled pages.
And if it is,
If it really is,
I'm sure I play the tormentor.

Never mind the truth.
Never mind his lies, his wounding of
My heart.

Or how I'm standing in the rain,
Neon shining off my face,
Knowing he's in there sucking off our
Ended passion
For sympathy, and in that,
Ecstasy.

I'm only fodder for a lyrical vampire.

Shattered Saviors

Shattered Saviors

Walking the streets like you're a mystery
Hanging on the men like they're your destiny
Wearing all your feelings on your tattered sleeve
Hoping they'll all love you if you just believe...

What they say
What they tell you
In the middle of the night before they screw you

What they do
With their eyes
Right before they get between your thighs.

Picking up your pieces after every guy
Sticking up your chin and never asking why
Leave the motel key on the abandoned bed
Sure that one day, this way, you're gonna get ahead

That one day
There will be one man
Who doesn't want to use you like a trash can

That one time
He'll see clearly
Everything that you can possibly be

Racking up the notches and believing the lie
Every night convinced there'll be just one more try
Before the nightmare ends and you'll be swept away
Hating what the mirror shows the next day.

Neverending nights of one night stands
You're on a mission...
Neverending streams of shattered saviors,
Your illusion.