The Trauma Coil

Another night down on the Catherine wheel

Drawn into a corner

A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head



I court a sure, sudden death

But give no quarter

A paper soul tears the heart from the mind



Searing is the morning, a tenement of lights

Lost inside the attic

On the floor again with a head full of rain



Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles

Bleeding in a stairwell

Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry



Three liquid words collapse

Blind and chasing sirens

Five years of night time and a heart made of tin



Allow your sympathies the length of a table

I recognize no brother

Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes



As my knowledge, does the knowing

Split my being from past days

In decision, in departing

In the severance of old ways

With precision, in my silence

I perceive the bitter still

Imposition, these young calling

Withered kisses, or the kill?



Together we stand

We stand so still



Indifference, hollow laughter

Bathes the walls of this lost home

So futile, all attempts

Affectations, long to roam

Ever spinning, vile actress

Answered blindly to the call

The price, child yet again we sit

And watch our private rome fall



I am not well

No, not well at all