LYRIC FOR SALE

By Stricken

In a little brown town
There’s a little bit of meat
It dangles on the bone alone
Of the children not yet beat

Ray traced thoughts
On a piece of paper
Portray the never
Oh my father
Why even bother?
The writings aren’t enough
Oh my mother
What does matter?
No one ever kisses goodbye
Oh my lover
Where are you?

They left me with a taste
Of all their desperation
So I can emanate
I love those smiles
Found in old pictures
But they’re so hard to replicate

On a borrowed bicycle
There’s a clown with a frown
From his dirt covered boots
The true skin takes its form
We sleep in the streets he and I
A good show of suffering

Ray traced thoughts
On a piece of paper
Portray the never
Oh my father
Why even bother?
The writings aren’t enough
Oh my mother
What does matter?
No one ever kisses goodbye
Oh my lover
Where are you?

The pleading gave me an amethyst
It’s a shiny catalyst
Irradiates my tightened fist
The clown is gone
They got to him
Roaches make for lonely friends

This town does daunt
An encroaching stance
What I want
Is the smile left in lonesome pockets
Under the sun
Skin peels
Hopefully it leads to a new self

Ray traced thoughts
On a piece of paper
Portray the never
Oh my father
Why even bother?
The writings aren’t enough
Oh my mother
What does matter?
No one ever kisses goodbye
Oh my lover
Where are you?

Stuck underwater
I’m excited to pop out and take a breath