atrophy

atrophy
 torn muscles hang from the line
 sun-dried, now it's time for the feast
 and i wait in line with plate in hand
 but you've eaten all there is
 and my bones weep
 i was never meant to... or maybe i was...
 never meant to... or maybe i was... never meant to
 head raging and i'm so tired
 can't stand any more of this
 when the state of the living
 is as the state of the dead
 such disillusionment is the end
 painstaking - every move a labor
 gnarled and ravaged bones protrude
 and i want to smear the disease across my ribs
 in the name of the father . . . atrophy begins
 i was never meant to... or maybe i was...
 never meant to... or maybe i was... never meant to
 left here, now on this precipice
 sun-dried tendons slide away
 into the cracks of desert sand
 my skeletal smile begs for more
 i was never meant to... or maybe i was...
 never meant to... or maybe i was... never meant to
 but like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater,
 like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater,
 i drown too... i drown too... i drown too... i drown too...
 i drown too...