Through Struggle
Drink to feel sick
Sick to the feel
Of this all
Why must I
Why must we
Breed with ill results
To feel whole
To understand more
I don’t know
Drink to feel different
Indifferent to it all
Crawling on the ground
Across the broken glass
Tearing open the scars
To feel anything at all
Why must I
Why must we
Need to understand with no resolve
To feel complete
To consume more
I don’t know
Drinking to find the answers
To questions I never had
Lost in, consumed by
All this confusion
Why must I
Why must we
Struggle to understand
Struggle through it all
Hymn to a Dying Song
Something, digging, for something that I know
isn’t even there, how long must I live to
find, suffering, bleeding, scratching, for something
that I know is missing, feeling left out
by choice, by design, right, wrong, who am I to
know it all, broken, missing, a piece I never
had at all, scraping, digging, begging for
an answer that will never come, lonely, beaten,
stuck in a place I made myself, hating, wishing,
could I start this again if I end it all, wasting,
timing, my actions have no meaning, feeling,
hoping, peace will find me after all, pushing,
dying, who are we in this all, searching for
myself produced no results, words are meaningless,
mean it all, twisted images dancing inside,
my head, who am I to question my life as a whole,
sitting, inside me is the answer to it all, God, willing,
I’ll destroy these feelings once and for all…
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