Burn Holes

Harboring bubbling animosity toward her -
Fumbling through life with a smokey haze in her eye...
a deer in the headlights, I'm told.
Stringy blonde hair frames the tight, sharp face.
No smile in the eye; it doesn't come naturally.

Craziness sits on the op of my mind trying to trickle in.
Count the days that stomach's are sick from holding back.

Untimeliness...my true hell on earth.
A forceful derailment of plans never far off.
It's the most horrible thing that you can do to a person
like me.

Someone who cannot commit to the order of life
is driving crazy into my mind.

Truth cannot be spoken to the werewolf.
or the pack will be rounded,
lightning will strike
and the street lights will go out.

In the morning, the moon will rise yet again
and you will ask two favors.
Being driven to hell already,
I don't have a reason to help you.

When the moon goes away forever,
you'll have nothing left to bark at.
They will see the sun begin to rise
and
you'll scamper to the corner-
unable to remember your name
and I will be stuck
with a little bit of crazy
and a few burn holes.