Burial

Wonder What Comes After A Abrupt End

To A Chapter,

Like If I Wrote It Faster

But Read It Carefully,

Was There Meaning To What I Owed, What Was Owned Faithfully?

Patiently Waiting For Better Outcomes,

I Guess It Can't Be Undone

The Web Of Lies Already Spun,

But Even I Heard

It Used To Belong To Truth Once,

Finding No Solidarity

All I Could Hear Was You Comparing Me-

Hate That I Fear It

Whats Worse Is I'm Already Near It

So.. Losing Sleep So Much

I Lost Count Of The Sheep

, Like If I Let It Breathe

Or Calm Down

But Too Much In My Mind I

Resorted To Writing Songs Now,

The Broken Overthinker

Too Open For Surface's Meager,

Does That Paint Me As Weaker,

Greater My Scars

The More Comfort In The Burial Of My Heart

, Can I Even Find Myself In This Dark:

Waiting For Better Yesterday's

As If The Past Will Fix Itself

Knowing Full and Well-

That Case Of Trauma Can Never Be Solved

The File As Chilling

As My Innocence In The Morgue

So I Push Steps To Fork

In Roads

But Only Freezes Whats Shown.

. Consequently Product

To A

Terrible Shaky Dome,

Was It Because Of The Burdens At Home,

Or The Fears Of Dying Alone

Or The Trying To Piece It Through My Hollowing Bones-

Like What Was The Mold

For This Soul

Who Simply Can't Take This No

For An Answer,

I Got Stoned Because I Was Still Reeling

Off My GG Dying From Cancer,

Like Was That An Excuse

Or Was It Because I Needed

My Anxiety To Lose

But It Defused Friendships

And Relationships

And A Good Family On Top Of It?

Pitiful To Say The Least

But I Can't Mask Accountability,

Drowning In Self Hate

These Wounds Still Hold Weight

And I Wish Instead Of Having To Desicrate

I Could Find A Way

To Learn How To Appreciate

Because I'm Tired

Of Blaming It On My DNA-

If I Could Live This Life Again

Would I Actually Repeat,

Or Kill Myself At The First Chance Because

I Know Alot Of Problems Started with Me

. Oh No The Alarm Bells Are Ringing,

But Take That How You Will

And You'll See Nothing Was Righteous

In That Terminology,

But To Bask In Decay

And Never Be Remembered

As A Name Would Be Better

Then Living In Shame

And The Only Terrible Thing

Is.. It's Too Late To Die I Already Crossed That Line

I Already Caused The Damage

So Savagly,

And People Wonder

Why I Lose Sleep

And Picture Myself So Awfully,

But Coffins Couldn't Repair

What Was Done To You

And What Was Left With Me,

I Hope You Hear This,

I Couldn't Give Myself Up

I'm Not From Nazareth

But Even Jesus Knew

When Real Tears Were Wept,

If Grief Was A Man

It Would Resemble My Features,

Go Far As To Say I Would

Be Looking Straight In The Mirror

For Even Through Fog

That Inclination Was Clear

That I Chased To Be Seen For Years..

Someone Told Me Yesterday

I Had Alot On My Shoulders

And They Were Probably Right

When I Wanted Them To Be Wrong,

But I Just Can't Let Go I'm Still Holding On

Maybe This Was A Mistake

Maybe I Should Drown

Whats Killing Me Anyway,

But I Can't Tempt Fate

Off A Solid Surface Level

Scathing Like Dry Harsh Dying Meadows,

Sometimes I Hate My Own Creations

Like Geppito,

But I Always Stood For More,

And The Truth? I Should Of Gave It More

If Love And Peace

Were What Everyone Seeks

Why Do We All Treat It Like Forbidden

Currency, Currently Pushed Me

More Invertently

Even At This Early Age,

Stuck With Somatic Tendencies

Where I Inhabited Rooms Of Emergency,

So Surely I Don't Want To Fade To Abscurity

In A Hurry

But Whats Worry-Ing

Was Pouring My Heart Out And

Befallen To Tribes Of The Deaf,

Where Even In Depth

Has Everything I Wrote

Just Been In Jest?