I see through ill eyes all my allies trading sicknesses for pickaxes.
They’ve motivated all their motives and joined the functional masses.
I seek the irony of life.
I am the superior child.
You were never meant to see this.
I built a home of straw and a hen’s tooth.
You didn’t read the fine-print.
I built my own rock bottom
and dragged her willingly to the end.
I am the second loudest voice in my head.
Wind it up and watch it go.
Where do I find the answer to the age old question;
why do I persist to exist?
I’m waiting for the bomb, cutting wires to pass the time.
The undead and I have taken our last ten paces.
My failures stalk me.
My successes haunt you.
You’re sailing full speed ahead with the anchor down.
I’ve eaten plenty of sand in my days.
I know the creatures in the depths
on a first name basis.
I built my own graveyard
and she came willingly to the end.
I am the second loudest voice in my head.
Wind it up and watch it go.
Where do I find the answer to the age old question;
why do I persist to exist?
Ironic that the designated driver
is who forgets the good times.
Ironic that the fortitude
is what brings the end times
‘cos I am second calmest voice in my head
and this storm is so damn blasé.
I sometimes wish my heart would ignite
To be something other than just okay.
I’m okay.
credits
from Vultures,
released June 16, 2015
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