[Writing] Tiger By the Tail/Breedlove (II)

I hear the cries of butterflies
as they’re pinned to a board
God’s angels clip and steal their wings
then fly back to their lord
Unified by those who died
in all the wars for peace
and devils hide inside their dens
until the battles cease
City lights drown out the night
Pianos mimic broken glass
The hunters of the concrete jungle
crouch down in metal grass
The liars and the fools play cards
A cellist plays the fool
When liars think they may not win
they invent another rule

Drainage statues stand as idols
Congregations clutch their bibles
Bloodhounds change their batteries
and wonder what the blind man sees
Wolves behind the wall transform
Scorpions foresee a storm

Every last crow has flown away
and the driven snow is a bird of prey

The monarchs build their ziggurats
and dragons roam the plains
while sphinxes ponder what to write
with the ink that fills their veins
A hole as deep as madness
reflects a sea of red
Another hole from songs like coal
burned into my head

I feel the weight of all my hate
when life adds another stone
All the night stars count their scars
and I stop to count my own
A factory devours trees
as they give birth to snakes
Televisions plant their roots
to drain the seas and lakes 

Every last crow has flown away
and the driven snow is a bird of prey

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So she was abusive
So she was toxic, and
so she tried to kill me
with an oleander smile
So she was corrosive
So she was a whore
So she was made of pyrite
I don’t care. I don’t care anymore

She was warm when I would hold her
She was there when I broke down
She was ice, then she got colder
for the secrets I had found

So she was a serpent
So she drained me dry
So she was synthetic,
flammable and caustic
So she added salt to
every open sore
So she was filled with spiders
I don’t care. I don’t care anymore

I felt safe with her beside me
but she abandoned me at night
She burrowed deep inside me
She’s my most precious parasite

This is, of course, Breedlove (I):
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My muse, my star, the catalyst
for the paths of scars that line my wrist
Held here where I don’t exist
My arms are marred, but I can make a fist
So I take the stand, I steal the stage
A snake with one hand shakes my cage
Nothing’s left except the rage,
disdain and medication

I can’t accept it, can’t and won’t
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
I look at you, and how you’ve grown
so prone to misuse every drone
I’ve known I would break every bone
I hope your little heart gets broken

I wouldn’t have figured you’d be so pedantic
or that this would end in a fashion so frantic
Your irascible mindset is hardly romantic,
and those you call friends are just sycophantic
Enchained much longer than my years
My saviour comes, then disappears
A glass house built to hide my fears
is brought down by a hammer

I can’t accept it, can’t and won’t
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
I look at you, and how you’ve grown
so prone to misuse every drone
I’ve known I would break every bone
I hope your little heart gets broken

A reflection of rejection in a piece of broken glass
Maybe misdirection will lead to greener grass
Finally I have found the secret of salvation
Past the point of impact, you’ll only find damnation

I hope your little heart gets broken