My head is so fucked up That suffering Is the only thing That gives me Peace And everyday that pain Wears thinner And thinner, Until like an old leather boot Worn hardy And well... I feel myself Falling To pieces....
I could never capture Or obtain your beauty. Trying to explain Something unique In words so Common and plain, I would rather Let your colours Blossom and bloom Than hold the secret To that which makes you Flourish and grow
Pain Oh sobering Pain, With you at my side I shall want For nothing... Nobody... A father to guide me, A daggered hand Right at my back. Pain awake me From my slumber - Cleanse my Drunken stupor Cast away my Drunken smile
Life is misery" He said Pointing to the wolves Tearing the deer Limb from limb Bellowing what mizzle Of life Still remained In its anointed And vanquished soul. "We should be more like that" He pointed Over to to the rock, "Humble, simple, still" "Undesiring".