INFECTED DEATH
© Randy Robinson, 2007


These actions are cutting like thorns
No more can they be taken as baby’s breath
This noose is getting tighter and tighter – fuck
It seems priceless, but we all play the game
Give change and expect change in return
Times get thick and money gets thin
How does it feel; How does it look

This coffin is beginning to be shaped
Beginnings of a heart shaped infection
Stab it with steely pin pricks but the pain won’t go away
Surgical steel wont rust but my mind is turning red

I’m being controlled by someone else’s device
This biblical angel hair is slicing through me
And you’re just leaving me bruised and used; used and bruised
Have I heard these words before or am I mistaken
The last time I was on the floor in my own misfortune
You screamed my name and cried you were needed

Can’t escape the heart shaped infection
Stab myself with steely pin pricks
The real pain won’t go away

The disease has set in and things go surreal
Turmoil is no longer a factor in here
Forgotten all about the misery; the regret
Just one more poke to get a little bigger
When was the last time you spoke to your Alice?

The coffin is readily shaped
The infections aren’t only temporary anymore
Time to take a step up from the steely pins
Everything is starting to fade

Randy,

This piece reminds me of Cobain -- baby's breath, the noose, heart shaped, angel hair.

Steely pins, needles? Interesting. I especially like the end, "Time to take a step up from the... Everything is starting to fade." A reference to suicide? I may be reading to too much into this.

Anyway, thanks,

Seth

Thanks for reading and commenting, Seth. I actually wasn't even thinking Cobain when I read this but afterword, I can see the points you made. Interesting. The connections are very apparent.

And yes, the ending was a reference to killing yourself. But I wrote this about someone in my life who was addicted to shooting up Oxycotton. It was really tearing our family apart. That is where it all came from.


Randy.