The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
Everything was melting
Thats what it felt like
The sun, the trees, even
Time itself was slowly
Dissolving, like sand
Castles meeting the tide
Like the crimson torrent,
Now a trickle from his
Abdominal innards
Worst place to get it
But it didnt hurt
Not anymore
He wouldnt let it hurt
He knew it was coming
I mean, we all know
But it was imminent
Death was on its way
Maybe across town
Getting a bagel or gas
But it was coming
It was ok though, no pain
And he accepted his fate
Almost accepted it; one thing
Still vexed him, one nagging
Detail remained: The reason
He knew there was a why behind
The bullet; but it eluded him
He lay there bleeding and
Probed his fading cerebrum
Synapses refusing to fire
He knew it wasnt religion
Or politics or any of that
Invisible bullshit no
That bullet bit his tender
Underbelly for something
More important, more…
He sees it: the clock-tower
The sliver of light, winking
The blue balloon, crawling
To heaven at a slugs pace
Slipped the cage of his
His angels fingers: Jasmine
Only five, sweetest smile on
Any gods Earth pressed close
To his chest, with the car door
Open, he was so close, and he
Knew why he died: so she
Would live and he smiled
The world was fading and the
Clouds were parting, he saw
The sun and there was no pain
Thats what it felt like
The sun, the trees, even
Time itself was slowly
Dissolving, like sand
Castles meeting the tide
Like the crimson torrent,
Now a trickle from his
Abdominal innards
Worst place to get it
But it didnt hurt
Not anymore
He wouldnt let it hurt
He knew it was coming
I mean, we all know
But it was imminent
Death was on its way
Maybe across town
Getting a bagel or gas
But it was coming
It was ok though, no pain
And he accepted his fate
Almost accepted it; one thing
Still vexed him, one nagging
Detail remained: The reason
He knew there was a why behind
The bullet; but it eluded him
He lay there bleeding and
Probed his fading cerebrum
Synapses refusing to fire
He knew it wasnt religion
Or politics or any of that
Invisible bullshit no
That bullet bit his tender
Underbelly for something
More important, more…
He sees it: the clock-tower
The sliver of light, winking
The blue balloon, crawling
To heaven at a slugs pace
Slipped the cage of his
His angels fingers: Jasmine
Only five, sweetest smile on
Any gods Earth pressed close
To his chest, with the car door
Open, he was so close, and he
Knew why he died: so she
Would live and he smiled
The world was fading and the
Clouds were parting, he saw
The sun and there was no pain
