Thrown

So this life hurled me into fire-

flames always know just where to lick.

Scars are charred-

tattoos on me are quotes with your promises

that were empty within.

So this life hurled me into sin-

but I want to know what innocence is again.

Let the water wash away

why we even bother

why we chose to stay.

This life makes a fool out of all your lovers

and it makes sure to destroy the others

dust and smoke to get inside and make you

choke.

This life hurls you into glory-

it frees you

ties you up in pretty chains

so you don't want to change.

This life hurls you into pain-

the way we bleed still feels the same.

It makes us wicked-

it makes us a new type of sane.

This life hurls you into rain

under sun and moon

a different kind of prophet to read your doom.

It's a tough acid tab to swallow.

This life hurls you into a story hard to follow

but I want you to listen close-

trust me like you'd never trust any of those

martyrs or story-tellers

on street corners selling half-price prose.

This life hurls you into fire

smoke highlights all the liars.

Find my voice through careless whispers

find my hand through dodgy memorex.

This life hurls you into self deprecation-

lawless self-mutilation.

Reform, erosion, exposure:

do not love yourself

you foolish poser.

This life is

wild, defiled, revived.

Put your heads up and stand

if you manage to survive.

J.S.