Re-wired

Re-wired

The matter is confused,

I'm standing here bemused,

At the failing of your heart,

Truly it was doomed from the start.

Abusers stop wasting my precious reprieve,

From shock you just can't believe,

The world is kicking down your door,

Rushing in and holding your head down on the floor.

The distance had become too great inside,

Too many shots had been fired,

My synapses have collectively been re-wired,

Too many memories have been taken, for me to feel inspired.

It's all about the gravy that flavours my souls' food,

If it tastes good, I'll eat it all as refusal is just rude,

And for the morning to come again and again,

I'll once more I burn up upon re-entry in sweat-soaked pain.

Noel Roche 5/11/04