"Soul-sucking Light Stealers"

It's all coming back; I never used to
believe in resurrection, but, now, I do

I once thought that what was buried
became disembodied and no longer
had to pay its dues; but, your shit
always comes back...

what may seem whole and cool on
the surface, within us, is crouching
and shivering and cracked in some dark crevice of the psychological
fragments of our minds


Just fake it and swallow-down
whatever pill helps you to make
it through

Stand-up strong, shoulders square;
don't look down or frown when the
road you've been on leads to another
fucking dead-end

Cause it seems that all roads reach
an end; not some idyllic destination
that you'd planned, but, contrarily,
an end where everything is dead,
with nothing more to give

The light at the end of the tunnel is
nothing more than your own, that
beginning brightly, slowly faded
until it burned-out

Now, extinguished, we grope and
trudge about until we needingly
find someone else with a little
left, until we've absorbed all
of theirs and then, blaming
them, leave them...

Bereft

  *Give me alcohol and I'll spill it
     all - yes, even more than my
     sober, "Normal" - because
     my tongue has no fucking
     filter or leash; and, my
     mind is an uninhibited
     and unmerciful beast