The Tyrant's Heart

May 2008

The corpse is idle, oozing wet mess,
The bride is quiet, unwilling to confess.
The funny girl is hanging at my door,
Standing on the heart that she just tore.
Manic little dolls, talking on the phone,
My head is spinning, micro-cyclones.
Drowsy brain, take away my keys,
Evil succubus, do with me as you please.
Sleep brings no lasting salvation,
Pain is my seeming eternal situation.

I shoulda seen this coming from the very start,
You forged in me the tyrant's heart

My hearts is like peanut shells,
It's been split by a dozen females.
The latest, so new, too soon,
No spark, no fire, no time to swoon.
Am I broken in the center of my heart,
Should I wonder, whenever we part?
The marching feet of the secret police,
Echoes in my mind, can I get release?
Plug in numbers, change the function,
Doctor can you cure my dysfunction?

Should I give in, to the tyranny of within?
To make love a sin, especially when
Giving to those I love is status quo,
Being taken advantage of, all I know.
My twin flame and I were split in two,
So long ago, now I'm searching for who
Has all of the parts and pieces that I lack,
Tell me, when are you ever coming back?
When will you hold me in temptation,
Fulfill me, then wrap me in sensation?