Martyr to the Numb

Tell me,

How did it feel?

That rush of adrenaline on realities reel

Of a pointless drain?

 

From an empty brain,

Inflict the pain on such helpless reign.

Violent emotions are worth the rage,

With such a power pact engage.

 

Can I tell you how it felt

And will it ever melt?

Secrets are hard as black plastic

And cold as that one solitary silver bullet.

 

One good kick

Releases everything hateful.

I’m sorry if that sounds so drastic

But you know it’s true.

 

Was it worth it,

And how did it feel?

Did the flow of the blow

And the flow of the blood

Put you on your knees

In stained glass temples solid as steel?

 

Do you think you’re safe now?

Sorry, but the consequence

Is the calling of your own blood

And the guilt comes in just like a flood.

 

So let me tell you

How it felt.

I was guiltless, innocent, and dumb.

But I’m the martyr now to the numb,

So I guess it never mattered.

 

03/06/07