Dedicated to Max, “And so it goes…”
I read “Slaughterhouse Five” in college
I didn’t understand it’s hidden knowledge
Looking back on my life I see
Much of it is shrouded from me
I jump from here to here
Slipping, silently, from year to year
There and back again
Feeling every pleasure and every pain
A prisoner of my own brain
My memories fodder for my soul to drain
Like a suicidal soul vampire
I am my own self-immolation pyre
Alone inside of me
I just cannot let it be
In my selfish sadism
I built my own prison
With halls of horror
Tools of mental torture
Caught in the infinite sadness
Taught to the soul by the eternal madness
Like the garden viper
Who spoke with a whisper
That boomed like a couple 155 Mike-Mike shells
Rigged with ball-bearings and a cel-phone trigger to blow you to hell
I read “Slaughterhouse Five” in college
I didn’t understand it’s hidden knowledge
Tags: Stephen Handlin