He executes caution and social order
like a small fragile creature
He protects his liver, his heart, and his blood
with a firm exoskeleton
I tore his skin with my teeth
in order to see
he's still just flesh
Not protected from dreams
of who he should of been
and still so sad
'cause I'm frantic
and he wishes I still believed in him
My faith trickled off
when he draft dodged the war
so he could work for machines
and put gas in his car
moving investments and bonds
and eating cardboard for lunch
He devours our desires
in the tag lines of buyers
til I'm not sure
whose body he hates more
mine or his
but I look down in its' context
and wish I was somebody else.
someone who never heard lies
not even like the tooth fairy
which might be nice if I could tell
how far he was from actually loving me
He just gives me a penny
for my calm and complacency
A pathetic consolation prize for real life and
A pitiful excuse for a fight
His mouth's full of blood,
dirt, sweat, and silver
Still preferring to rinse with bottled water
than wipe himself clean
I say;
Just quit it cold turkey
and jump in.
To the abyss
We've always known
the storm is comin'
Lean into the Abyss
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