Hammering

Fruitful and forbidden Graceful and grotesque I was born to contradict I was created to lie amongst my death I shall receive the advantage of absence I grow tired and weary of the thoughts resting in you that pay no matter to the silent alarms burning past your buglary Ashes hammer at my door wanting the entrance to gain property to my mind I resist, but relinquish before too long I blame myself and no one else for my selfish thinking Impure thoughts and fantasies of long dashed dreams Sick songs slamming my head Breaking and entering Past my feeble lightning rod Made to drive these mad energies away from me Only keeping them closer than desired Faithful and famed Silent and shamed We lie consistent with the fact That we too will break without any pride or tact