Friends and Lovers

Casually applied medication will sacrifice my holy vows, written into the water supply. Core saturation, an event that strikes me as funny. The caring soul who lifts me against my fortunate world. A lasting fortune will suck the blood from my veins and separate the red, disgusting meat from the skin. Pissing like razors on a cool winter evening, fucking the life from my cold, dead soul. They quiver at the thought of rampant desire, muscles pulsating in this guilty pleasure.

Where is the desire when you need it? A frown that will complete your life and model it perfect. The dirty smell of gases hurt my lungs in the faulty logic of the solitude. Purge the sadness into reality and see what a mess it makes. I'm conjuring magic and yet the sparks are no longer there. I see no Jesus in this oil slick, only hatred and greed. The wars we can't replace, the lives that have been lost, the sacrifice made. I am just an intermediate, glassy and palid in the fading moon light.

Kill me now God. Let me feel the brief essence of goodness. Fail me now and you've lost it forever. It's the body that keeps the mind in order, until you've lost it and things become manufactured, a life with no meaning. Bearing the cross that stains my glory with aspirations of a better life. Crawling on hands and knees for a glimpse of tact. I call for reaction and this is it.

Asphyxiation through expectation, this will be normal soon. Disassembly and distrust will ruin everything I've created. This masterpeice of sorrow and elation. When I build a life without restrictions this will result. I will give you a glimpse of reality that I have made. This modified tangibility that will rape your unwilling mind. Carry the world in your two little hands. We all know what is happening before it even occurs.

Forgive the wounded. This is for them.