Incarceration

You have the bat and you beat me

Give me the bat and then we’ll see

You have the bat and you beat me

If I take the bat then I’ll be free

To beat you till your skin turns black

Your flesh apart, your bones to crack

To take away your only joy

One a girl two a boy

Give me the nails the teeth the fists

The tortured mind the damaged wrists

The fierce and frenzied morning kiss

Till night-time falls the static hiss

The fever and the failing will

Urge to kill. The will to kill.

Japanesey

When he retaliated he was punished for his aggression. When he rebuked he was chastised for making noise. When he stopped caring he was shunned for his dispassion. The human mind isn’t equipped to endure a lifetime of grief. In a hard life they say that suicide is the easy way out as though that’s a bad thing. Life’s too hard to ignore the easy way for once.