Sky-Jack My Heart

Sky-Jack my heart

 

and

 

fill it

 

with the

 

savage storm of you.

 

Rain down black bullets

 

and make me suffer more

 

hollow me out

 

and let my hunger be a ravenous, city rat crawling through walls,

 

scaling stairs, riding the edge of starvation

 

 like

 

an invisible

 

homeless man

 

who only walks the city at 3 a.m.

 

restless as a one man army

 

fighting tyranny with graffiti art

 

hoping to catch fire to every brainwashed person alive.

 

Sky-jack my heart

 

and

 

let

 

savage

 

thunder

 

be

 

my

 

defiant

 

scream,

 

in

 

the

 

lonely

 

corners

 

of your cold

 

and

 

 heart-less dark-

give me something new.

 

 

 Strangle my dreams

 

cradle my vengeance

 

use this dirty city

 

for the pages

 

of 

 

every

 

misunderstood

 

misfit

 

mystic

 

out there

 

treading alone

 

through

 

the

 

savage storm of the

war thrashed world.

Sky-Jack my heart

pour your light

down

between

the

black battleships

of Gigantic and Intimidating Clouds

and

stir

my

hunger again

in the home made stew

of your delicious pot.