Cosmetic Host

How the narrator felt when he called her and told her he didn't love her anymore and hated her.

Compassion

I am outside alone

Not even the blue sky can stand to console me

My brittle bones are breaking in the wake of all the crashing…

I am the puppet, say go there and move my legs

Looking out the window I see merry faces and ask why not I?

Severed hands 

Broken glass

Blood sport is it now?

Cruelty comes from the my cosmetic host

It knows no bounds

But where does that leave us?

Distraction

I run circles round a tree All the smoke professes round my head

Watch the leaves scatter and hear passing cars on the street

My heart is breaking as the wind and the sun collide with me

I play the fool, the village idiot at the well

Looking inside myself I see an empty void and ask why I?

Severed face

Shattered memory

Blood sport shall it be?

Cruelty comes from my cosmetic host

It knows no bounds

But where does that leave us?

Understanding

I am through with playing games

Money well spent, heart well broken

My soul is mourning with the humming of my computer

Like a dummy I dance for all to see

Looking at you I see a sorry individual and ask why?

Severed you

Severed me

Cracking nails

I won’t slice my arm for you anymore

My anxiety wells inside with the passing of each call

Reality is smacking my stupid head again

Looking around I see dust picking up and ask why?

Love

We’re missing the point of it all

Spiraling out of control 

My feelings are confusing even my cat thinks so

Stick pins into me the voodoo doll

Looking at us both I see fools and ask why?

Severed trajectory

Dripping skin

Blood sport no more

Cruelty comes from my cosmetic host

We can smooth it over again

But where does that leave us?

Author's Note

Written July 29, 2008.