Watching the sand fall,
listening for the knock
upon my door,
and waiting...
for the Promised Land.
Standing neck deep in life,
my ring of brass
lay rusting on the floor.
Is this all?,
because it's not what I expected.
Somewhere along the way
friends I once held close
fled the fast lane.
I didn't notice,
I just had to make it.
Head down, nose to the grindstone;
the kiss of life
placed on my brow
somehow slid to the ground
and lies buried six feet under.
Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"
Fuck You Judge Judy
Trying to comprehend actions destinations
Trying to understand motivations and consequences
Whats inside no one knows
Will I die be put down below
Weakness succumbs but I shouldn't be weak
Mind tries to hang out but it's failing.
Suicide is a perment answer
To a very temporary problem.
The time at hand when will it pass
Stop feeling like the place
I'm in is last persistence in optimism
It's the only way to stop thes cataclysm
Violent cycle exaggeration pull together no hesitating
Weakness succumbs but I shouldn't be weak
Mind tries to hang on but it's failing...
Pull together near completion
Forced to reach this decision.
I don't like what I am seeing
Everything around is crumbling down
Simple obsevation fails description.