Thick humidity of memories clog a small girls heart
That pitter-patter like soft, insignificant rain
Such a lonely life was just an urban myth
But I knew the truth of it all
Soaked to the bone, or rather the soul, I took a troubled breath
And I spoke my deep blue feelings to a stagnant sea
The shivered incoherence of my desperate pleas
Went, in tortured time, unanswered
17, forcing out a pained smile
Feigned and faded, frustrated and fated
Destiny leaped and hollered at a touch of weakness
Scribing plans in stone that scare me more than anything
Years went blurry and disoriented, surviving on withering hope
Yet eventually my feet moved slowly, again and again and again
23, I speak my light blue feelings to tricking streams
23 and my god I hope, I know, forever and ever on
Ignition
An abandoned ember will cease to glow.
Its amber rays will fade to gray, while its
Warmth is stolen by the passage of time.
I was an ember extinguished, reduced
To ash which had forgotten the light,
Unconscious to the world which had birthed me.
You were born from an everlasting flame,
Your soul kept alight by the Vestal maids.
The threat of darkness was your urban myth.
What is burned once cannot catch fire again.
I had been reduced to my final form,
Fated to forever forget myself.
Your touch was dawn breaking infinite night.
Your gasoline love saturated my soul,
Filling me to the brim with flammable
Affection, so that I, too, could burn eternal.
It was only a legend, my dears,
A normal town, living in fear,
There were fat feral urban virgins here,
Hell bent on their pleasures, cheers!
"Down with boys' daks, get here!"
A whole town living in fear,
Was it all an urban myth, my dears?
Urban virgins strolling the streets,
Battleships waiting for boys to meet,
Immaculate conception, each miss,
Having divine parthogenesis,
Yes, real fat funster chicks,
It was all about ********,
For each little Horatio,
Or was it a fantasy of bliss,
From an urban virgin miss?
Did urban virgins wander away?
Normal town, not a normal day,
A normal town, living in fear...
It was only a legend, my dears.
To all who wonder to all of you
An urban myth, or is it true?
A story that happens after dark
A story set in a city park
An escaped deranged one-arm man
Who wears a hook in lieu a hand
Has gotten free the radio blares
He’s homicidal it declares
Two young teens lost in love
Practicing their craft then a shove
Was it the wind moving the car
Was it the maniac with the metal spar
They both jumped up to attention
He’s going out is his intention
Oh! be careful she did rave
No apprehension he was brave
Another scrape upon the doors
Her fear mounts, terror soars
I’m going out he again proclaims
She panics now, No! she exclaims
Before she knew it the handle scrapes
out the door the lover traipse
he looks around to her dismay
he jumps back in and wants to play
she’s too upset I want to leave
disgusted stomps the gas one big heave
as they roar out she takes a look
and on the handle a bloody hook
So if you’re out on a darkened night
Be careful make sure to do things right
It might be true it might be fable
But beware the hook if you are able