Hurricanes of Oblivion

this was the start of hurricanes of oblivion
strings of chemicals claw through the white
screens of my addiction, lifting me to rooftops

i hated her, the old lady in her worn down boot
she smoked the bones of her weary children
as she danced clumsily on my flaming heart

the walls entice me into their structures
to live happily in their cemented cores
like the skeletons that had gone before me

oh, how anarchy whistled to the golden stars
calling the gods down to torture their creations
with their necessities and promises of hell

pull me up from the spider infested waters
until land is the only place I know; knock me out,
and wake me at sunset, or don’t wake me at all.