atrophy 



torn muscles hang from the line 

sun-dried, now it's time for the feast 

and i wait in line with plate in hand 

but you've eaten all there is 

and my bones weep 

i was never meant to...or maybe i was...

never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to

head raging and i'm so tired 

can't stand any more of this 

when the state of the living 

is as the state of the dead 

such disillusionment is the end 

painstaking - every move a labor 

gnarled and ravaged bones protrude 

and i want to smear the disease across my ribs 

in the name of the father . . . atrophy begins 

i was never meant to...or maybe i was...

never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to

left here, now on this precipice 

sun-dried tendons slide away 

into the cracks of desert sand 

my skeletal smile begs for more 

i was never meant to...or maybe i was...

never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to

but like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater,

like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater,

i drown too i drown too i drown too i drown too 

i drown too