I have become my destiny

a shadow known only

as the stranger

my magnificence

is a bulb burning

in a fictional daydream

hanging from the ceiling

by a long enough cord

with just enough light in it

to be called dim

but its that little light

that I have to make shine

and its hard enough

paying the electric bills

the sober moments

are hard to take

intoxication becomes a way of life

and I am an old dragon cliche

making buildings fall on

his birthday

this is to the ghosts in my attic

the folks in the first few chapters

that made madness manifest

and I am left with what is there

we make the best of it and beds

to make our selves comfortable

for the oceans creeping up

to our porches and doorsteps

and asteroids coming down

from our heavenly father

but don’t bother to pay attention

sit in those comfortable beds

and sleep

practicing what death will be like

freedom is letting go

and being comfortable at terminal velocity

most of the time I feel nauseous

but show me a man who truly

understands gravity

before he hits the ground

and I will show you

and endless array of cadavers

that have come and gone before

we are all grave robbers and diggers

waiting to be next in line

justifying whats mine is mine

the truth is hard to swallow

and everyone lies

while fighting there own private wars

trying to settle scores

and at the core

we are just

sons of villains

and

daughters of whores