"The Cripple"

Words on a page
Were all the rage 
Never meant to hurt anyone
Scream,  dear, softly
Magic is love,
Music in bed,
But love can turn round
And stab you dead


I see through the dark
With darker eyes still
For their every blank intention
for action or will?
Study the unstudied
 Break a leg at school
Who am I now dear?
What am I now to your god?


I'll fuck the last. 
I must confess, 
You were the cure of the pure 

The best of the rest,

Why did you leave? 

That was your wrong.

Why won't you create
The place I belong?