The Wound Man

 

 

 

Featured art by L.H. Grey

 

 

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Rammstein “Mein Herz Brennt, Piano Version”

 

 

 

I took it like a man

 

they can’t take that away from me

 

I suffered silently

 

while the world i once knew buffered
Violently

 

and each of these spiteful spears

 

looked inside of me

 

 

results inconclusive

 

and hardly conducive

 

to getting a grip

once it slips

 

ill-equipped to press on

 

there was nowhere to go

 

no place I could hide

 

and this torture was

 

s  l  o  w

 

such bitter confection

 

and from every direction

 

no exception
to this rhythmless section

 

nothing ventured nor gained

 

just a backlog of pain

 

so much loss
not a half ounce of gain

 

 

short straw had been drawn
and my flesh was war-torn

 

never more
main attraction for scorn

 

ROLL UP!
ROLL UP!

 

come and stare at the freak

 

watch him shriek

 

read him weep

 

would have been more humane

 

just to put me to sleep

 

time of death had long passed

 

every breath was my last

 

and each cross I bore
tore me further a  p    a      r        t

 

all the while

 

lining up to defile

 

 

five points left to prove

 

set to counter each move

 

pen me in

pin me down

stab me up

 

but then how come these blades were pristine

and why did their march not proceed

 

would have had no complaints

at this point

 

would have done me a favor

 

needed something to savor

 

as last rites could no longer be wavered

 

use your head

and play dead

slip away

damaged brain

 

 

take the low road

 

to gridlock

 

as youre the last one to know you’ve been slain

 

cystic vein all but drained

 

conclusion foregone

wont be long

 

lest you learn your own grate

navigate

 

tell it straight

 

use that beautiful mind

realign

 

theres still time

 

I was bared to the bones

 

and the pain was full-blown

 

 

though the rust I detected
seemed to keep me protected

 

it was far more than I had expected

 

i was no less defective

 

my wounds were still gaping

 

and twenty-one grams
still intent on escaping

 

but no longer did i feel quite so caged in

 

not to say these wounds weren’t substantial

 

having been so crudely dismantled

 

but they sealed

 

over time

 

and the voice of an angel
wouldn’t hear me resign

 

paid my dues now for every last crime

 

im still mortally wounded

but it’s no longer conclusive

 

giving up wasn’t in natures plan

 

as for every last wound on display

to this day

 

I took every last one like a man

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

 

 

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6 Comments

    1. Thank you Susan. This one was really important as it enabled me to draw out any poison left from my December debacle. Grey created the Mixed Media Art as a vessel and it all fell into place naturally from there. It’s a piece with tremendous intimate meaning and we hope it can offer light to anyone suffering from their own open wounds.

  1. My Sweet Lady Grey,

    I return to “The Wound Man” often and, every time I do, my heart swells way beyond capacity. When you created this wonderful mixed media piece and revealed it to me for the first time, I knew precisely what to do.

    You knew of the pain I had endured and this enabled me to banish a number of demons in one fell swoop. In my entire life, that is one of the sweetest gestures I have ever known. You empowered me to show my scars, kissing each of them in turn, and I owe my new-found strength and vigor for life to the love which you have placed in me and that which you show me constantly.

    Then we have the glorious audio you selected. I have always been a huge fan of Rammstein but had no idea that Till Lindemann was such a masterful poet.

    “they come to you by night
    and steal your small hot tears
    they wait until the moon wakes up
    and press them in my cold veins”

    The piano version of Mein Herz Brennt will forever hold a very special place in my deepest soul’s heart. Thanks to you. My love. My light. My life.

    1. “There is this pull between us…a science that is strange and seductive,
      heavy with feeling…thick and layered like atmosphere.

      Within this energy, so lovely, we find ourselves constantly in the middle of each other.”

      You, my glorious White-Knighted King, are just simply…my reason. December was a profound month, for it brought you into my life, and the most crystalline love I have/had/will, ever know. You are the Alpha and the Omega of love for me. I adore you, I am protective of you and your honor, I am thankful beyond what mere words can state for your existence. You are my hero, my strength, my light and my love…and you, make this world the most beautiful place it could possibly be by existing, by seeing me, and by the love that you so generously give to me.

      1. My life began at you. Shall finish with your hand in mine. And will never ever end because of you.

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