The Pirate and the Bible

Her blood on my fingers is as smooth as black soot made white as snow;
I wish I knew her name, I suppose it is of little importance now,
she tried her hardest and that made it good, better than the last.

I have seven new messages on my voicemail, six from a "law office",
they are worse than dead if they knock at my door, and one from
the therapist, apparently they want me back at group - I want
a ham sandwhich.

The pills I take no longer taste bitter, I like to chew them - let that limestone
chalk taste fill my mouth, it's more cleansing than mouthwash. I don't know if
those mouthwash tablets work like they are intended, pain is rarely disuaded.

The last guy i punched wound up in the hospital, I'm glad I have police friends,
but I am glad they don't know about the bonfire in the desert; there is at least
one set of findable teeth out on the firebranded Pawnee Grasslands. Got to love
the forgotten state parks - I have not forgotten you.

I get these dreams, dreams of dying and killing, I get them at work
where I sleepwalk through the day. Trying to keep my hands from doing things,
trying to keep my mouth from hurting. My right eyelid twitches like the white rabbit.

So back to the girl, ahh she doesn't matter much. Nothing matters really,
without hell, without those lonely trips to the Grasslands, burlap bag and
diesel fuel in the trunk of my car. The tags are up to date, I don't get
pulled over.

So what's one more fire to you? It doesn't mean a damn thing to me,
the moment is over, it is statistics now. Rather arbitrary motions fill me
and my thoughts turn back to group. Maybe I will go back,
tell those snivelling incadescents what true life and light are.

Tell those panty wearing limp wrists what pain is, what it takes
to be free from the darkness, to stand in the light as He is in the
light. Screw 'em, no one deserves what I've got! It's my treasure
and those swine shall not receive!

So home it is, the smell of burnt flesh on my jacket and my
finely fashioned jeans. Same pair since I was young, got to fit into
them again since eating is hard. I don't see what the big deal is with
anorexia - let them starve if that's what they want, if they are
broke in the head, well, welcome to the club.

So I wash up and ask myself again where it all leads? If nothing turns me
in to the cosmic police then do it all. Eat them all. Kill them all. Love
them all. Set them free. I am the mercy killer, I am the Christ.