the city's dying

Look around - pray for the scales to fall...
their city is dying
and everyone is lying
they dont realize that they should be crying
the city is dying
everyone is suckling the great whore greed
everyone is for me first
everyone "me first!"
they suckle till the shame drains away
and all thats left is a great fear of not getting more
they fear that the teat will grow dry
- that that is why they'll die
the city is dying now
and no one is crying
no one is trying
they all laugh
laugh in my face
at the thought of some race
I say "you better start runnin"
they laugh till their sides split
they bleed without realizing
their life spills onto the street
lays in little trash cans spread across the fine USA
their life
their life so bleached theres really nothing left
they visit the doctor daily to keep their face intact
where is your hope o generation of walking dead?
your skeleton children keep rythm with your hollow steps
the light isnt light but a growing cloud of darkness
your eyes dimm but you dont even know it
you smell
you really smell
but you wear it as if the deepest finest nard
the streets are covered with your litter
all of yal together tramping right on through
and leaving more behind
but you dont even seem to notice
you dont even seem to notice
you dont even seem to notice
your city's dying

MY

Gain Stains.
That was His name.
I hated myself.
Hated myself way before and even after He came.
But when He came I stopped bleeding.
And He started.
He started bleeding.
At first I was enamored.
I was enamored by my new white appearance
by the way I always had energy
always felt light and free
- when He was beside me.
And He was.
He didnt insist -
He just was.
He had a gentle way about Him -
a gentle smile
strong thin wrists - hands that spoke of a sword
and power.
Yes at first I was enamored.
Then I became sick.
Sick at my self.
When I laughed at some evil thought -
blood that used to seep from me -
squirted out of him.
His face was patient,
His eyes so sad -
Pain even crossed His face.
Sometimes terror - anguish.
And I couldnt stop.
I couldn't stop myself.
The evil thoughts,
the evil fantasies -
they wound through my head just as fast and furious as before
and he seeped and squirted and cried more and more every day.
I tried - I really tried to stop.
Once He opened His mouth to try to say something
but I screamed "JUST SHUT UP OK!"
This is why I began to hate myself.
No matter what I tried
I couldnt get the evil to leave me.
And I hated him there beside me bleeding
bleeding
bleeding.
I thought "When will He bleed dry?"
So now I run - and this too seems to make Him bleed.
He bleeds so hard and so fast I am screaming.
I just want Him to stop.
I just want to make Him go away.
But today, today I am too tired to go on.
Too tired to run.
I cant even raise my voice to silence Him as He begins to talk
He sits down beside me
His voice isnt even tired
just sad,
and this is what He says:
"Are you done now?"
And I realize I am.
I am.
I am done.
I close my eyes.
"There. Then I've taken it all." He says.
"Its finished."