hopeless conflicion;
if i believed in your god
i imagine he punished me with permenant affliction
to my minds addiction;
my minds depiction
of reality
is lacking the formal fundamental function;
the 'normal' work of non-fiction
that most others awake to...
unable to break thru
i stay tame; yet an unrelenting renegade
tearing down the false facade; the fractured walls
of collected perception
of billions; regardless the devil still wins
smiles at the countless sins ive swallowed;
curious; this path ive followed
always seems to lead to hollowed out sorrow
that dawns with RA each tomorrow
that passes...
my brain needs glasses
to see; my eyes need blinders
so i can just be;
mouth sewn shut
so i can be free...
ultimately
i dove in head first
without regard to the bottomless pits
ever lasting thirst...
so i sit in the back of the herse
watching the ending go by...
not for lacking; i always tried
but soon became fried
& frazzled; no longer dazzled
with the prospect of perfection;
white picket complection
black sheep infection
running this gamut well
entering;
dropping.... down
down & lower into hell
with sewn mouth its hard to tell
but all that really matters is
that i fell...
what a story to sell
for a simple life...
sun goes down / good night
maybe tomorrow i remember how to make it right
but more likely ill just continue to lose the fight