Lonesome Journey
When I Feel Like I'm Left Behind
I saw a new face today
1 that underwent great strain
It was green with envy
Embarrassed by jealousy
Living a lie
Life compromised
—
He wanted a taste for himself
Reddened by constant rubbing
Nervous and rocking idly
All this in a safe hemisphere
—
He thinks he knows how it feels
The lengths of time, being alone
But he dreams of future still...
20, still alone
30, still alone
40, still alone
And never tasting life’s sweet juice
A nectar meant to replenish years
Death by 45,
Since he failed to lessen stress
—
If you bounce an idea off of someone,
Will it ricochet back?
Are you sure it will return safely?
Or...
Just maybe...
Misconstrued.
—
Perhaps almost certain definitely
—
That’s what happens when you trust
And I don’t mean someone else
I mean opening
Opening to lust?
Open to those that felt
To keys that melt
And jam the locks
Of hearts unopened
—
I can’t criticize you
People
For what you choose to do
Silently
I know I...
Not maybe, so, could be...
Ah well
—
Alas!
Signs taper off in meddling puddles of sulphuric acid like the great lakes of the end times
Reading...scriptures...dead...dead words...they’re lifeless to me
Lifeless, like horoscopes, the tarot, the tools of devilry
...and
...the tools...
Of God
Sovereign savior save souls so sewing sailor’s sails stop starting signs...
Of ridiculed neglect, abuse, and above all...decay
Relay the message...relay it to his majesty, almighty...
If you’re going to save us, save us now, or send us all to hell.
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