ground zero for a dead hero

Ground Zero for a Dead Hero

You would've liked to have my poetry,

but instead you had my blood.

You would've loved to white the black in me,

but instead you made me mud.

I would've liked to kiss your face with lips,

but instead you got my fangs.

I would've loved to wax your noble one,

but in love I waned insane.

Inside my chest flesh casket holds scorched heart made ash by flame.

Inside your ark-like chest still floats a locket with my name.

But you don't feel the same.

No, you don't feel the same.

Reeling in esctasy while I'm writhing in pain.

Missing a part of me while pieces from others you gain...

No you still don't feel the same.

Of course you don't fucking feel the same.

Hit in the head so many times I'd almost forgotten my name.
Glass footprints through the desert from a MAN ON FIRE

and you STILL don't feel the same.

You think you'll never feel the same.

I loved you through the death of me, and you barely remember my name.

Why do I still have to feel the same?

Blue as breath holding, red as kettle scolding.

Out of breath my choked throat smote,

no antecdote,

baptism into death.

I'll see you at the end of your

long list of past regrets.

And then you'll HOPE i feel the same.

Oh you'll hope I feel the same.

While you lay awake in bed at night,

alone whispering my name.

Oh you'll wonder if I feel the same....

And then you'll know a little something about this

perpetual flame

that turned a profound man mundane

that flushed a wet soul down the drain

that left me alone at night,

memories like needles

jabbing me in my brain-

the place where man's passionate fire turned nuclear flame..

I know it wasn't your fault so just call out my name -

.I don't know if I have the strength to carry around the ghost of you inside my chest.

So just whisper my name and

let

rest.