Kill you darlings

But there is nothing left on that killing field

Once you left.

Just a sad empty nest.

You would argue with god about divinity.

You would discard the call in light of your sanity.

And isn’t that just a lot of the same vanity.

I never trust anything

I want the receipts and the change

I want this to be an even exchange

But I’m not standing level on your uneven ground.

And I’m not sure you even hear my bleating sound.

But I must do as I am told?

I will lust even as I m old.

The cost of everything bold.

I have lost anything to hold.

A supplicant come crawling on her knees.

An applicant with some foreign disease.

A rant about what it was you said.

A can’t forget about it when I’m in bed.

When you have broken all the laws

And your foot in unsteady you might fall.

Whose name is on your lips, who do you call?

It’s in the tip of your tongue

But you don’t speak it

You’ll keep it as our little secret.