Only By The Night

Analogies of
his hands, his feet, his sides
would never sooth my pride
could never quell
the swollen swell
of my self-inflicted crimes
of passion, of pain, of self indulgence

Only by the night
can i see any kind of foggy light
in the distance
to guide my reddened eyes
to a place of sick peace
Only in this demented light
can I feast
on things as sweet
and as bitter
as my Savior's blood

Whispers of
desperate choices and infected people-
devouring the heart of this place-
brought me to images,
distorted pictures of heros
bathed in a golden-blood stained
light

Only by the night
can I put on my cape,
my mask,
and bring to light
the fools who have destroyed me
who have broken down the love in me,
only in this corrupted light,
my vision stains the place,
my fists fight whatever grace,
I come accross

Storms of
culture and printed press
smother me
they hold me close
and use me to satisfy their hunger
moments at a time
We am United under lies and diversion
and, finding our visions distorted,
we gather in the dark places

Only By The Night
can we even catch a glimpse
of the light of our lives
but, like the cave dwelling dead,
we scatter from it
Only with the Light
Can we be healed from,
the feasts that starve us
but we scatter from it.

Destinies of
my past and future crimes
i am a hero,
with mask and cape and figurative flight
my hands and feet and sides
are broken and open and dying inside,
as i scatter, as we scatter, from the Light.
~brittany
(11-11-10)