It's the Return

 


Of hell
           and unforgiving.
 
Of convenient lies
           that protrude and hypnotize.
 
Of holes in the mind
            ranging in size from half-dollars to dimes.
 
Of sickened old rhymes,
            regurgitated but redefined.
 
Of brightest nights and blackest days,
Of warped clichés,
Of loaning in debt that seldom repays.
 
Of heads hitting against a wall,
Of sweet sounds of crumbling when it falls.
 
Of the universe being one
            and the world being nothing.
 
Of twisted nonsense humor
            and endless fucking.