Chewing On Glass…

Deviating from the fact that you don’t know
We’re still drifting through what’s left
A made up time in space paid for with nothing
The monopoly money stacks up higher but
The good news is we still bleed the same
Great… that makes the concrete pillow softer
Our blankets made of trash somehow warmer
This cardboard roof more weather proof if you believe
If you believe hard enough all things are possible
Through the lord that gave up all things are true
Shove it deeper down my throat… deeper it must go
To know is to know the reality building within
Your idealistic vision corrupts the mainframe
Fantastic… that keeps the dying rats away
Insects from sucking the blood from our skin
The dirt and grime from a world that was settles in
The dust of those before us stacking up higher but
The good news is we still breathe just fine underwater
Believed it was called drowning… wrong… how wrong
We’ve been so wrong and we are only finding out

Deviating from the fact that you just don’t know
We’ll still be drifting through what’s left from
All the hate you give… for what reason?… for why?…
I don’t understand… I shouldn’t but somehow I do
The shits piling up layer upon layer but
The good news is it all smells so nice and fresh
Blissful breeze and a whole lot like death
The bloated bodies floating by keeps the smell going
Great… only ever had one goal this whole time
Our hopes and dreams made of glass dig deeper
Into the skin but that’s how it was meant to feel
Success not measured by any other metric than pain
The blistering sores bursting… dripping from the surface
An infection never killed anyone with enough time
Lies made of scientific fables retold… repeat from Satan
Suffering only made them stronger in the eye of the dying sun
A cross we have to bear for no reason at all… sins of the past
If you know you probably only think you do
Because we’ve always been drifting through what’s left
And you’re just figuring this out… a bit late I might add
If we are to deviate from the fact that you don’t know

Playing fast and loose with the concept of Broken Thoughts once again… I wanted to put this whole piece in another post… between two thought breaks… But it felt like a bit much… felt like its own thing… Could have been a poem I guess… But I couldn’t come up with a title so here we are…

I’m trying to remember when I wrote this… According to my records it was during my mental break down last year… More like a meltdown… but are we really going to split hairs about me falling apart mentally?… Probably wondering what I am talking about… and I don’t blame you… It has only been a year… and I’m just now mentioning it…

If you have been following along for the last few months… you probably already got the twist… the cycle… the ringing dry of my mentality… Fine now of course… last year not so much… but I still found a way to soldier on… Have to at a certain point… or what really is the point?… Confused?… Me too… Had to many questions without answers…

When really… I had too many answers without the proper questions… Truth is that everything that ever mattered was right here all along… and anything I was so worried about… questioning… wasn’t all that important to begin with… Go figure… What are the odds?… About eight billion to one… give or take… And I was very guilty of taking rather than giving…

Working on it… In the end we all are… a perspective possibly thought… but hardly ever acknowledged… Think about that for a minute… Then think about whatever it you were thinking about before that… Turns out that was all it was… something so simple… yet so very complicated… I’ve said it before… and I still mean it more than you know… Hope all is well…