broadway a trail of sorrow

my heart beat has turned to stone.
is anything real, to have and to hold?
tears are nothing to me anymore.
i've sort of given up on crying.
is that a bad thing? should i care?
my body is numb, and i don't even mind.
the back door to my mind is open.
crawl inside and sit in darkness.
hit the switch, and turn me on.
bring my body and mind to life.
my heart beat is chisseled away.
little birds break out and fly around.
they are small and lifeless.
they are weak and wary.
is anything real, to have and to hold?
i will forget and forgive.
describe these dreams, something beautiful.
we bop around to the music
and the clots, they start to thicken.


-------------------------proliferation/
words are forbidden.
thoughts are supressed.
welcome to a cold, cruel world.
hearts are beaten.
minds are raped.
welcome to a cold, cruel world.
here, we are told not to think, not to do.
we are told not to speak, not to listen, not to be.
we're rushed to bed, and left for dead.
but we are not to think of it.
hush now,
don't you think about this cold cruel world.