Stone steps down the pale sepulcher

Offering “watch your steps” and “careful now”
But keeping your own eyes closed
You reach toward me and in the darkness I accept your
Cold ivory gifts. Because you owe me
I won’t call this home. Just Hell. I have to come.
It was signed with shining ink on brittle paper that
I never saw.
What if I don’t want to be here. If I escape
Will you call the police
To bring me back,
As if to prove you’re still in control but we both know your not
So keep offering me silk bribes on the backs of eagles
But don’t think this settles the score.
Your mangy words, I fell for them before.
Slimy sentiment, I know how you feel
Because I feel the contempt in every manufactured smile,
Every smile that doesn’t count. You want to be far away.
Well I do too.
So don’t worry. For now,
I’ll smile for us both