Bad habits
Laminated in malice
Sitting, waiting for me
To fall tragic
So I sleeve my back
With God's jacket
Yet life seems to happen
When you plan it
My back pocket
Filled with the unsaid
Cumulonimbus weeping
Over the silences
Of thunder's absence
And Veneration for derelicts
Plentiful compliments
For the esoteric spirit
That accelerates
Through depressive elements
I'm tipping scales and weighing options
Mid answer forgetting what the question is
Watching lit candle wicks fight with the wind
And I see the fading feathers in the highest flying wings
I open my clinched fists and I let you witness the wishes that will make you feel bliss and I will...
Build a wall that barricades your demonic sins
But now I'm skipping through The valley of Calamity
And weak of grievances
So keep your armies at a distance please
I'm yearning harmony
So please no harming me
Misery loves company so
He visits constantly
And how ironically you have no words
When it comes to the truth
Silly me, poor you
And how could you beat, batter and bruise me
And still say I love you, Fuck you
For making a mess that you can't clean up
(My Father used to say great things come from great pain)