Eye sight is getting short
mindfully disaster circles around
Won\'t take you over the ledge
but keeps you on a razor\'s edge
Mind is as sparse as a bot
Ink stains for me to walk abound
prayers being said
just leaves me further in debt
The more I try
the easier it is to flutter away
no point in crying
it\'s all happened before
When I die
Will I have my way
drift in and infinite limbo
or greet a god with smile
You vengeful, angry Pig
With Your infinite grace and claims of free will
You put your flock in the slaughter house
Farmed for meat and accessories.
You sicken me,
Oh Jehovah forgive me and go forget about yourself.
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Crushed spirit and a crucible at my feet
An A-Sexual who is glad he never meets
Born broken by genetics, rhetorical in repetition.
Born again from christian faith, finding it\'s never to late.
I would love to live a life in a body not broken and bruised
Putting someone in my shoes I would never do
They days you see the glint fade from your eye
It might be the right day to Die
To forget the wrongs
Corporeal incense burning
Knowing this is your last parse
Everything else you knew passed.
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Epilogue
Even though I write about death and suicide
You and I are worth more than that
Don\'t judge yourself, never let anyone else
Be the master of your reality, find your peace, hopefully I wish, without violence.
Love, Apathy. You are never alone ~ Karl