Meet the Coyotee's Mind

Dragons

The red dawn of Martian mist
Twists and scurries through her hair
Dragons and demons fight within
Holding back the scream for years
Just barely below the surface
Holding it down

Wishing she could let it go
She knows the scream
Would never stop
Go on forever and ever
Blotting out the sun
Scare the others

She stands alone and sturdy
Watching from the mist
They don't see her
They never did
A stranger to her own
Snakes and serpents in her brain

Squirming amidst the dragons and demons
Snakes and toads ugly slimy
That is the mind she carries with her
Holding down the scream
The scream of ages
Always alone

Tired now she can't keep up
Can't get away
Screaming
Serpents and dragons
Squirming and growing
She breaks .....�esp

This Day

This day she says�I will do
She does not
She waits

Tomorrow she says I will do
It comes and goes
She waits

Another month goes by
A year or two
She waits

Peering out the window
Afraid to do
She waits

Someone will see if she goes
Afraid to go
She waits

No one comes to see her die
Thus ends another day
She lingers alone.....�esp

Desolation

Desolation is all my eyes can see
The red fuzzy light of this planet blurs
The agony of this existence
As far as the eye can see
Desolation

Once it was a lush green oasis
Now a barren harsh land
Twisted light streaming down
Blurred fuzzy red desolation
Barren and alone as I am

Life was once here
Laughing playing alive
Gone now can't find it anymore
Anguish of being
Wanting to stop living it
But not die

What would make me smile?
What could cause joy to leap?
Being left alone for a while?
Left alone to weep?
Can't get it back
Emptiness
Annihilation....�esp

Disposable

So sorry I am such a pain
I try not to see or speak
I know I am a pain

I exist for you in some other world
Another astral plane
To have but never touch

"My Mom"
Unreal, unknown, owned
Paper floating on the wind

Finally I have come to know
That I am so much a pain
Simply because I am--I exist

When I die please burn me up
And throw me away
To the four winds

In life I was a throwaway
Fitting�.
How much more so in death��esp