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Through the front door
past the rotting stairs
out the dark kitchen
and down near the basement door
She waits
at the bottom of the stairs.
And even though you know
she marks your end
you have to know.
because.
Everything I own I built
Everything I use I made
Everything I own I took
Everything I see is mine
Everything I see is mine
And she’s waiting in an empty room
with her hair grown long and
her eyes gone dim.
And she amuses herself
with sticks and stones
while her clothes rot off in sheets.
And she’s waiting.
And she’s waiting.
For you to come home.
Everything I do means nothing
Everything I say is hollow
Everything I touch is worthless
Nothing I have is mine
Nothing I have is mine
Now you’re standing in an empty field
With your worthless life all torn to shreds
And your mind is emptied of filth
and filled with led
While your body bleeds out disease
And you’re sated
Now you’re sated
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Creaking stairs and whispered words,
the hiss of satin on skin,
mark her late night entrance.
Her cold hands search for warmth.
Her legs quiver.
And sometimes words are made of iron.
And they hold us like prison bars.
And every night you spent in my bed
is marked with a thin strand of silk
that you wrap around yourself
until you’re covered in a thick cocoon.
So I watch you night after night,
writhe and shudder beneath these
thin white threads.
Then you finally free yourself
and leave me behind.
But I know that every part of you is sacred.
Even your cast off remains.
So I stay here and watch your old cocoon
and remember all the times you used me to build it.
We don’t hear from you anymore Jenny.
Our parent’s won’t speak your name.
And I don’t think I’ll ever leave this place
while your memory holds me down.
Get off me Jenny.
Get off me Jenny.
Get off me Jenny.
But don’t leave me here alone.
Oh Jenny, I remember one Sunday morning,
when our drunken father sat ranting and raving. And you took my small hand in yours. And for one split second we were invincible.
Oh Jenny.
Oh Jenny, Don’t leave me here.
Don’t leave me now.
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There’s a place
that you need to find
but when you do
it’s already too late.
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The Man Who Never Left
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Now his mind is unstable
so he has to bolt his doors
and his heart is thrown wide
so he has to stay inside.
And he remembers every quiet touch
he ever brushed away.
And he remembers every kind word
anyone ever spoke.
And slowly
day after day
he begins to hate who he was.
So he’s cutting up memories
and pasting them on bare walls.
And every picture is empty.
And his mind empties with them.
And his heart fills, drop by drop
as he relives an under-appreciated life.
And he’s breaking down walls
And tearing up fences
And breaking through windows
And ripping up floors
And his eyes are open
To every small change
And his heart it breaks
With every new crash
But he’s freeing himself
From his own chains
And digging out
Of this prison he’s made
And maybe when he’s out
He can turn back around
And start to rebuild
Seal up the walls,
lock yourself in,
there’s only fear outside.
Now there’s a man in the window
that follows you with his eyes.
And his yard is overgrown
and his fence is knocked down.
And ever since you can remember
you’ve been told to stay away
from the man who never leaves.
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His eyes are sunk in shadowed brows
and his bony fingers curl around dirty bottles.
His lips are cracked and bleeding
and his clothes smell of rotting life.
And he’s holding tight to a memory
Of a young girl’s caress.
And everyone said it was a mistake
but he knows she was meant to be his.
And when he bangs loudly on the screen
you eye him suspiciously from the kitchen.
Until he holds out his old broken claws
and grabs you by the pity.
Now every step you took is etched in my memory.
You told me to make him a sandwich and opened the door.
But he didn’t want our food.
Maybe he thought you were her.
The girl that had touched him so tenderly.
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Spiral Albuquerque, New Mexico
Chris, Aaron, and Bill, the three constant members of Spiral are desert born. They played childish games amongst dunes and cacti and now, their music breathes sand.
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