God Loves Ugly

Just another escape I don't want to relate, one after another becoming harder to recover kicked out into the abyss clinched fists ready to walk through the mist hazy and unclear its been pretty hard trying to stear through the years infested by the fear holding back the tears tired of hearing the constant commotion realitys becoming a harder notion to grasp too many people I see hiding behind a mask indulging sips from the devils flask a warm sensations they said it leaves relieves the lies silences the cry's for a brief moment no thoughts to repent I can tell from the scent full of regret and hate coming up as they regurgitate leaving an awful taste another mistake I can relate I've made plenty myself too many to count cuts and bruises that haven't healed easily revealed if your willing to take off the seal watch them trickle till I'm dry if you looked inside you would probably think ive died, no signs of a heart but its there just well hidden laced up in stitches tightly wound so it won't make a sound when it cracks an tears, Yea I know im in need of repair, but I don't care go ahead an stare at my inperfections their in every direction deep gashes hidden by plenty of patches, a couple loose bolts that need to be tightened so hand me a wrench passed out on a bench reaking of the stench of sin trying to figure how long its been the places ive been the temptations turning into daily sin, no mask upon my face stumbling in an out of this place with every night resting from the fights pondering on the ways out trying to configure an re route my path out into the light where its bright from what ive heard God Loves ugly so I realize that there will always be someone willing to hug me these verses set me free but heaven is where I want to be not gonna pick up a mask to hide my face im not ashamed of the scars I wear its not fair but no one said life ever was an evident reality after I came down from the buzz stuck on the thoughts of how it once was placing trust in the unworthy
realizing the mistakes after they hurt me ignorance was truly bliss back then back when I was ten, but now I'm the big one eight filled with useless hate an a better vision glancing at what I couldnt before realizing life is a whore fucking everyone over drunk or sober young an old its the same story that will forever be told lifes a bitch and then you die so while your here try an strive for a better tommorow don't pay too much attention to the sorrow because we only borrowed so much time one day it will be done hope you had fun out in the sun cuz the next few years you will lay six feet deep in a box surrounded by rocks an dirt darkeness all around without a sound who knows from there I've never met anyone who's been there an back to tell their tale nailed in deep that day plenty of people will weep if the feelings were real if not theyl be looking to steal your riches left to your name thats all thats left material possessions that you cant take into the next dimension just your thoughts an ur heart that I've pretty much giving to the art the other part is out there hidden waiting to be bitten one of these days probably at the least opportune moment cuz its never the right time I always seem to fuck shit up, make it erupt another grave I got dig toss it in the ditch and add another stitch following many before it this ain't the first time I've been hit just another reason to sit an drain some more thoughts down in the sink washes it all down keeps it from coming back around I try an talk but theres no sound coming out only doubt this paper doesnt judge my words it always reserves a page for me I thank it for setting me free as bird high up in the atmosphere where all I hear is silence, I can sense death coming near following me in the rear it has yet to make its move maybe one day soon.....