Man Eater, Dream Theif,
Diseased, Grave Robber
1. I try to find the sound
From my crippled voice
Yet the consonants I see
Are formed with no vowels
Words
An infant might respond with
Sentences
Education can't define
Is there a way to clear my head
And talk to the people
Surrounding my silence
Speak
With the voice of my adolescence
Beckoning friendship
I want to be touched by sounds
2. My dreams
What little ones I had
Are lost
On this gray island
Melting away
Into the sewers
Of rats and roaches
This city is toxic waste
Leaving warm bodies
Cold
Under towered silhouettes
We buy warmth
With neon lights
Taking away our understanding
Of relations
Glorifying loneliness
3. I cut my knees
On broken bottles
Falling
To the lines of sobriety
Facing nightmares
Head on
Crutches
Walked me slower
To the inevitable
I run
Towards it
4. This metroplois harbors lives
Too broken
To put themselves back together
Dying for words
To speak in dreams
A cure
For the disease
Inflicting them
There is no peace
In these ghosts that haunt this city
Cemented
On cracking sidewalks
Ready to divide them
Once again
I fear I am on my way
To become the man
I hate
Unless my feet run
Far from the towers and noise
Far from the graves
Of the BQE
