abyssia

And now for something completely different.

I've a good friend who is in jail. The circumstances are rather unimportant, as I know you'll all understand when I tell you that he is being retained unjustly. In fact, he hasn't been given much in the way of justice his entire life. He has helped me a lot in dealing with some of the shittier shit in my life and I want to share a poem I've just received from him by post. There is no way I can make things right for him or repay him for all the good he has done for me, but I can write him letters and offer him a voice.

This is Empty Space by my friend Paul.

I see terror in anothers pleasure
Pride broken down from every measure.
I hear of sick perverted romances
and dream of bloody, axe-swinging trances.
I envision walls with supported entrails
Drying out, hanging from rusty nails,
pull them out-broken nails.
I notice everything is twisted
did I do this or have I resisted?
Is it real or my reality shifted?
Violence never had me uplifted.
Until now.
I see myself taking a bow,
This is all wrong now,
but I dont know how.
I see eyelids held to forehead by thumbtacks,
snap my gloves, put in the contacts.
Another skull to fill the racks.
I swore to never let a rapist derail me from my tracks,
but what am I doing with this bloody axe?

2005 P.S.D.