If Wishes were Fishes

Ends make shitty beginnings,

The phenix is dead,

Struck down with the spear of destiny.

 

Pump the handle

Prime the well,

 

Is the hunt for perfection,

The oblation of the good,

 

Destroy what you love,

Make it better;

Feed on yourself,

Devour the unclean,

Finish the plate and wait for more. 

 

All fairy-tails come to an end,

Left with only the sticks and stones,

Nothing grows in salted ground.

 

No days off for good behavior,

Doors don’t open until the time is done,

Watch the walls bleed,

Soak yourself in faded memories,

Let each pore scream out in unison,

Deafen yourself in its silence. 

 

All or nothing,

Hamelin’s empty,

Not even the rats remain.

 

You’re the backwards bag eater,

The canary who’s lost it voice;

The warning never came,

The tracks were never cleared,

No one survived.

 

Days repeat themselves like yesterday’s news,

The face in the mirror still stares back at you.

 

Feed the wolf,

Let it grow fat

Stagger under its own weight.

 

Choice is removed for the timid

Shattered for the bold.

 

Thread the needle,

Fit the camel through its eye,

Bind yourself with the Gordian knot,

Leave nothing behind

Eat the ashes from the Phoenix who never was,

The destiny that never came.