Massacre

Massacre
You come to me
Bringing me back to
Dreams I’ve had
Since before I knew I was dispensable
Since before I thought I had the cure
O massacre
You’ve come for me
There is no contentment in the pursuit of trivial pleasure
All these minor lessons we’ve ignored together
Cannot comfort us as the time for comfort has elapsed

So my exterminator
You can take advantage of me
You wanted to take my misery and make it yours, well
Now it’s yours
Massacre me in mine and yours
Naiveté
and Massacre let us not forget-
what we do is what we get
you cannot remember until you forget
so kill me and get on with it

I am in a weighty situation
Suffocating in my grave
Trembling in anticipation
I am familiar with this day