El Scorcho Online Article

to die by Justin Olson
to misery and mystery we're not estranged
but in some deranged half tension we are the invention of ourselves.
we held up the contention with intentions of resolution
but contusions cut deep and solutionswill not present
so we walk on and act to our own detriment.
who will lament the passage of time
when each word, a defecated rhyme,
is sublime in its own sweet way
Today may be the day
we say goodbye
and no lies or sighs will dry
the tears of passion spent.
happiness is borrowed never lent
and spent like the half-hearted dollar
no daughter or father may bother to be to be the drier of eyes
we despise pity
as if pity brough thte rain from turbid skies
when the Father of Lies...lies within
akin to self.
our health is of the mind
we find we can't go on when going on takes too much time
so, maligned, we sign the sin
and being to see the sine again.

Original Release: May 2005, Version I
Section: Poetry, Massacre, & Art