It has been a season of the razed
In between the pain and sloughing
I was contemplating
Should god be praised?
Or should I be damned?
I was content to be coughing
As proof that there was oxygen
Does he want a plump servant?
Or a trembling husk of the last of men?
Why god why?
Was there a purpose?
Is there rhyme or at least a reason?
Am I just a cursed rose?
Bloody red covered with pricks
To imply a season
Means there's change
But I've been living the same quarter
For far too many days gone by
The last year of life had me phased
I'm must be drunk
The way my steps are vacillating
I'm the hitchhiker
And those days were your trunk
Things are so fucked
I can't say virgin with a straight face
I've stumbled through the year
But I feel like you never stopped swerving
Jesus! Is that real?
Did that smart? Was that a nerve?
I hope the pain is surreal
It tore my heart. Honesty served.
I'm left hung over and dazed
Did god go dumb?
I'm the telemarketer
Talking to a pretty ideal
Screaming my voice has now gone hoarse
Maybe we should end this polite canter
Admit what it is
Nothing more than faux
Champagne glass holding piss
God I wish I was tasteless
Something’s were always amiss
I hold my nose high
For I can't bear that odor
Of fake waste
God I wish I were numb
I've been grazed
Yet I'm starving
The bullet just ripped through
There was not enough of a man
It was a chisel busy carving
There was nothing to hold it down
I'm just made of wisps of straw
A golden brown
I'm a myth turned into shadows
Though they're constantly furrowed
There's no product created between these brows
Been deprived of substance
No wonder there's no thoughts
In my mind
None that are mine
The burglar came and went
I've been cased and grazed
My god why did you take all the good
I have plenty left
It seems all bad though
You took all the real
And let all my nightmares have breath
What a hell of a theft
You can't really bury what you sow
Leaving just enough to make a meal
My demons know nothing of death
Show me a god
Angels know I've seen devils
Show me there's some good
It's an uncivil civil war
It rages on
Tearing me up
Courtesy thrown
Hell the only thing caught
With all the damage
There's not much of a man left
And even less of a fight
It's the middle of the day
But I have shadows dancing in my head
It must be night
For I can't find my way
I can't tame this demon boar
Show me a god!
It's been a season of change
And I couldn't afford the bill
Check waiter
Did you want a man
Or a serf?
I know you're not deaf
Least you can do is nod
(stands and leaves)