The Other Part of Life

its always the norms

who are upset by suicide

they could never understand

how someone could do that to "them"

how selfish it all is

wanting to keep someone in pain

just so they all don't have to deal 

with their absence 

all they think about is themselves

and how it makes them feel

maybe if they cared more

about how other people felt

those people wouldn't be killing themselves

no one wants to deal 

with cold, hard reality

death is a part of the package

and you just choose not to think about it

and now it's in your face

it doesn't matter how somebody dies

they just do, eventually

some choose to have a say in their death

they never got a vote on their life

you just have to sit in it and swallow it

like the rest of us

sit down and shut up

you don't know anything

God is Comfort

god is comfort

nothing more complicated than that

some people find god in nature

some find god in darkness

some in the light

some find it in anger

all roads come to a source

to a single connection

comfort

some would be turned away

by the semantics of the word god

cause the word has been usurped by tyrants

and losers

they repackaged it for their own political agenda

the rape of the natural world

Just Keep Running

she birthed her own wrath

the lesson she never wanted to learn

ran away from it, hid from it her whole life

and it sprang from her body

in the form of a son

who challenged her at every turn

out debated her

and she struck him down with violence

the great equalizer

the common defuser

but in this instance, the act of a coward

violence towards a child

who was born better than her in every way

able to rise up against her

get through all her defenses

and break her

sometimes, a lesson manifests itself

in the most shocking ways

nature doesn't care about your arbitrary laws and culture

nature will drive a stake through your heart

if you do not heed the lesson

be brave and face it

if you cower

you will ruin your life

cause it will take the rest of your life

while the lesson hunts you down

nature is the very box which you set your rules

and laws

and traditions

and nature moves

Social Termite

hollow little vessels

empty lives

carbon copies with bad posture

body positive but mental negative

mindless crops of uselessness

they'll never do a thing with their lives

never had a life to begin with 

they need the herd to give them purpose

the hive to tell them where to swarm

strength in numbers because its all they know

most of them will never have a thought

outside the box

they'll tow the line for all their days

no quality of life

just numb up here, and fall down there

drag your horrible flesh around

for all to turn their noses at

for everyone to gossip about

hell hath no fury like a crowd disgusted

what will everyone think

what will they say

we tend to stack our value on the favor of an insecure hive mind

i never saw the value in society

never had much use for what they thought about me

The Boss

i grew up around sick people

you can't help but be pulled under

by the weight of it all

in a house of moments of great creativity

but also a house of great cruelty

you learn not to trust anyone

every face you see is an enemy

and potentially damaging person

you learn to live with solitude

it was never going to be a normal life

not with what i was born into 

a pool of trauma and misery

a great sealing void of catholic guilt

a fear of being watched

and being judged all the time

religious mania

no real love

nurturing is forbidden

stern and strict makes a man

breaks a man

cracks the mold when you can't fit in

and they keep pushing

just trying to win

everywhere i've ever looked

it's all full of ghosts

lives not fully lived

in houses that smell of guilt and flagellation 

there's a smell to it

when all the good energy is sucked from the air

this is not a place for children

cold, white and bleak

afraid of any blemish

sanitized beyond compassion

all the good thrown out with the bad

sometimes it feels like a hospital

sterile, smells of chemicals

but a looming feeling of illness

just waiting for the right moment to pounce

Stay for the Pain

whats more selfish?

the man who takes his own life

or the people who want him to stay in pain

because they don't want to have to deal

with death and loss

you can paint yourself prettier in the picture

but it doesn't make it so

no one wanted to do anything

when there was a chance

now that its too late

everyone has to choke on it

the real tragedy

is that someone wasn't paying attention

to the warning signs

and now it's too late

no one can help you ease your heart

Ruined Lives

it only goes so far

till you're stretched out on the floor

burnt out beyond capacity

and wondering how the hell

you're gonna keep this up

this machine feeds on the weak

who are born into the line

all sense of pride and self respect

quickly beat out of them

like tenderizing the meat

before you eat it

cynicism is only for the good days

theres not even much of that left

just routine and numb

the mind can only take so much

before it fragments

compartmentalize your agony

and pretend its happening to someone else

all thats left is a shell

and thats all they want anyway

there's no regard for the content inside

in an entire lifetime you won't earn

what it takes to matter to the world

you'll never be something remembered

just another body that will eventually be forgotten

in time, no one will know you ever existed

or will anyone that knew you

fill your life with empty gestures

live your house with objects that only

serve as an attempt for meaning

but emptiness persists

cause inside of you there is a hole

and nothing in this world has ever

or will ever fill it

Ursus

you can feel it now

this is the true moment

when everything has shifted

violently into place

when deserters are punished

and betrayal is avenged

pupils shrink in horror

you can always see it in their eyes

we don't need you

you wasted your golden opportunity

like you wasted your life

and I'm gonna make you swallow the regret

every bitter and jagged edge of it

down your gullet

like the fat piece of shit you are