the depression sank in
a quarter to 3
felt heavier than any block
of my mental anguish.
i push and pull
but the shell was too coarse.
Cut my hands so deep
the blood bled blue.
here i am thinking about death again
watching this sunset on my past
rising the sun to my better tomorrow
letting the air flow across my face
as the love brethes over me
i tumble over the thought
i got to point a now where the fuck is b?
i will find it,
look hard and long till you wither away
but in the end you realize it was right in front of you
so sit back, calm down and realize life isnt what you want it to be
it never will match some idealistic utopia
so get up and move on
press the foot to the beat
and run away
run so fast till you die
not realizing the stone of consquences
you slip and fall hard against reality's cold dead floor.
sit in the fetal then crouch to survive this mission
you black out and heave a nasty reply
soul pouring out in the street
i wont let it go until the sunsets,
consuming my whole entity.
In the background
I hear the soft sounds of regret crying.
I smile realizing my life is complete
and here I go to the better place
of the dirt and seed
