Two bullets for half a thought.
Distract me when all is lost.
Perfect harmony and imperfect balance of
Chemicals, chaos, and claws.
I’m a fraud
Tortured by my time.
Helpless to cannibals, forced to decide
Between sanity’s pride and
Hell’s indecision that’s
Wrapped itself into my mind.
Make way for the king of the damned.
Hard truth in the Promised Land.
If I could just call it by name I could rewrite my brain
And hope that the pills find their place.
The criminal caught and sleeping in winks
Dry cell until my parole.
Two bullets for half a thought.
Distract me when all is lost.
Perfect harmony and imperfect balance of
Chemicals, chaos, and claws.
‘Old Lag’
To the young at heart.
Felony fought and tried from the start.
The gavel bruised and the witnesses lie through their teeth
To get me to burn.
Oh, God
Tell me “this too shall pass.”
And tell me your love will last.
Tell me it’s not just all up in my head
And forcing my hand.
Obsessed.
Absent.
St. Thomas is calling my name and I answer every time.
This acronym won’t let me be.
I crave pity so much more than respect
And now pity is all that’s left.
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