bliss

Why should we send someone to meet their maker? Is their maker not our maker as well after all? Why give them the chance to whisper lies about us?
I don’t think I follow the point of that thought. Not with the assumed omnipotence and omnipresence of any mentioned maker.
Maybe there is no point. Or maybe our maker isn’t perfect.
Its unfortunate that the two reasonable answers to the biggest question are either a mad man is at the wheel or no one is.
I guess we’re fucked either way.

I coulda ruined you
I could of been a bad thing in your life
I coulda been a testament
To the hatred of the world
I could of ruined a friendship
Worse than I did
I could been the man you hated
For the rest of your life
I could a been this
And so much less

I passed on my curse
I spared you the one good thing I’ve done
I’ve hurt another an I’m not proud
Sparing you is the only good thing I’ve done
I am poison I am venom
I’m a copperhead in the grass

I could of been your most despised
Instead we’re still friends
We might not be as close
But that’s a price I will abide
I could of been so much less
I could of been a fire in you
I could of been like a cancer
Going away was doing what was best
I’ve hurt others and I’ll never be good
I need to slither on

I slide back into the wall
I crawl along the pipes pushing through the webs of spiders
I entrench myself against the world
I rather exist in the dark of the space between walls than in the dark of the open world
I’ll take the rot of wood over the rot of souls
I’ll take the coolness of my cramped quarters
Over the warmth of the unforgiving sun
I look for a place away from the opening that let’s the light crack through
I have no interest in your world
I’ll hide in the walls

In a dark room with a cigarette
I can feel the gloom I see where its crept
I can the seems I know what it means
The misery I’ve kept I can see the scenes
Explosions around the dust is in my eyes
My thoughts are not profound but I don’t want to die
I ain’t seen twenty five yet
I don’t know what that means I ain’t survived yet
But I’ve made it through a circumstance or two
Where I should of died so you know nothing new
But I can see that pain when I look in the glass
And it feels like most the time the world shows me its back
I want to show it mine back but what will that do
I don’t yet mean a thing I hope that ain’t always true
I got this feeling though as contemplate all the things I’ve done that it might be too late

Pissing out a pitcher of blue moon I think back to good times and remember you you taught me the difference between a Pabst and a beer and in my broken heart you will always be dear and in my deepest thoughts you will always be near because in all of my life I have faced all my fears I have seen death and I’ve seen you walk away I have held mg breath and dreamt of better days and what it comes down to is a failure on myself I will always think to you and remember all my wealth because

When I had you I had it all
When I was yours I felt I was ten feet tall
And I miss you but I know I made my mistakes
I wish I had you if I could just cut to the chase

Good nights will only give way to bad thoughts as I think of our fights and remember it was my fault like I turned out the lights put my finger in my ear and pretended those weren’t tears as I did another wrong that has left me in the cold and now I feel old but fuck I’m just 22 years how the fuck could I’ve have done so much like I’ve been punching out mirrors

Timber wolf, bear, eagle

Sitting around while they poison our food pound for pound we got the most fools round for round we got the most tools but we can’t figure it out how we’re being abused no left no right the center is fucked they use infernal rites and their balls are tucked they don’t care about nothing they just want us to bleed we just hemorrhage paper money to feed all their greed