In this world
my inherited age,
everyone is a vampire
sucking each other dry,
sucking the earth dry,
sucking God dry
until the miracles stop
and wonder dies
and Life becomes a boring chore
and the sun hides
behind a vail of smog
while sacrificial blood flows
from a thousand
slashed wrists
that run in bright red ribbons
through our bleak
wastelands,
our graveyards of dead dreams
that we have disguised
with pretty neon colors
and fake smiley-faces
and music turned up so loud
that we can't hear
the lonely desolate cries
of the lost
and the dying.
II
I hope to die
alone
in the desert
under an unblemished sky
with the blessed silence of God
pounding in my ears
and my face turned upwards
so I don't see
my own twisted blood-trail.
In my end
is my beginning.
