Desire: a bruise on the mind –
a deep purpling smudge of pain –
it won’t fade – always attacking the brain
in a life spent trying to bind
the reality we face to our dreams,
those visions that keep us opening doors
though Life discards us as beaten whores
tumbling us through its cracks and seams
Undeterred, we continue to follow the disease
chasing more and more, no matter
how are lives tear and shatter –
it’s the purpling bruise of the brain we must please.
If we don’t stop, the day all is right in our world
Is the day our funeral shroud is unfurled.
