Speen Of Life
people prance like puppets and the pulpits fill with blood ; stepping in their frenzy on the bodies in the mud ; the marrow in their bones has long since turned to ice ; now the earth is getting warm and it drips out through their eyes ; every fifteen minutes someone calls me up at home ; leaving urgent messages to please pick up the phone ; and all these words i write ; they seem to turn to stone ; rolling off the paper landing on my toes ; my right eye and my left eye ; they tell me different tales ; and i didnt feed the cat today and didnt check the mail ; im sitting in my room and i cant believe my eyes ; rolling to oblivion at the speed of lies; 