Loos'd of Limits & Imaginary Lines: Lyric Love: The Blood in the Bowl

Like my "Poetry Hour" entries, I've also decided to publish some of the songs that I have written here. I wish I knew how to play an instrument (I'm working on it, k?) so I could sing them so the tune that's in my head could come across to you as well. But, alas, I have yet to gain the skill. So, for now, here are some lyrics that I wrote up quite awhile ago. (Come to think of it, most of my poetry entries have been from awhile ago, too. Hopefully I can get some more recent work up here soon... and hopefully it will show that I have improved!) Enjoy?

The Blood in the Bowl

Painting pictures on the wall

Of every single breath and every wake

Your canvas makes me feel so small

Your colors drip, your heart is fake

Dipping brushes in every bloody bowl

Trying to make love with every stroke

Slitting flesh to make it all seem whole

Striking walls until they’ve finally broke

I cannot live with my heart still broken

What can fill the missing space?

With lust must come words unspoken

It’s in your eyes, it’s in your face

You can’t fix me

You can’t trick me anymore

Your body gives me nothing

Without your heart, what was it for?

I’m wasted out, washed up and damned to glean

Someone come and save me,

Break my chains, enslave me

With that love make me clean

Every glide seems darker still

And every moment grows a haze

At the time it seemed a thrill

Now I’m left with memories you gave

Masterpieces turn to trash

Great works are thrown to dirt

Thoughts remain of a guilty past

A heart still bleeds and beats with hurt