I really, really don't know what I'm living for
The Leech Signet
by Joey Minutillo
He won't leave you alone in your rural paradise
You can't shake him in your laconic dreams
This man lusts for something that he cannot imagine
A specific something that might not even be there
His ambition is to see how far your well goes
He yearns to know, to know what you'd do
With a gun to the back of your head
He wouldn't dare to pull the trigger
His destination won't be reached if you're dead
He resides inconspicuously, ambiguously
Without a face
He's terrestrial, he's aquatic
He breathes smoke and tar
He bleeds crimson and cuts swiftly
His motions traverse the air and your mind like vapor
Leaving no traces, no trails behind
Convictions so pure and unadulterated
As you try to sit in the lap of the Gods
Disguising yourself as a mortal
He seems so out of place in this undaunted place
Even if you don't realize he hides right behind your face
In the back of your eyes, in the base of your mind
Mining and drilling and rooting and digging
For the answers that won't come
Until the last moment of your life
As your entire world meets around your bedside
Holding melting ice cube hands
Waiting for the leech signet to seep through your eyes
Exposing its host to the world
Rendering himself helpless
As his time expires
The Leech Signet sends his keeper off into Delphian uncertainty
Refusing to cross his fingers as you die
by Joey Minutillo
He won't leave you alone in your rural paradise
You can't shake him in your laconic dreams
This man lusts for something that he cannot imagine
A specific something that might not even be there
His ambition is to see how far your well goes
He yearns to know, to know what you'd do
With a gun to the back of your head
He wouldn't dare to pull the trigger
His destination won't be reached if you're dead
He resides inconspicuously, ambiguously
Without a face
He's terrestrial, he's aquatic
He breathes smoke and tar
He bleeds crimson and cuts swiftly
His motions traverse the air and your mind like vapor
Leaving no traces, no trails behind
Convictions so pure and unadulterated
As you try to sit in the lap of the Gods
Disguising yourself as a mortal
He seems so out of place in this undaunted place
Even if you don't realize he hides right behind your face
In the back of your eyes, in the base of your mind
Mining and drilling and rooting and digging
For the answers that won't come
Until the last moment of your life
As your entire world meets around your bedside
Holding melting ice cube hands
Waiting for the leech signet to seep through your eyes
Exposing its host to the world
Rendering himself helpless
As his time expires
The Leech Signet sends his keeper off into Delphian uncertainty
Refusing to cross his fingers as you die