Not a bad start when you consider what’s in the middle
Reach an end by any means
In the long run I come up short
I understand it
I accept it
I rarely try to deflect it
A clan’s destiny must remain clandestine
Tainted wrists slit to respect the bloodline
All I can know is that I know some things
All this condensation condescends me
Points of view collide on the regular
Should beliefs be met they are deemed non sequitur
Punctuation and capitol placements
Structurally sound for a higher purpose
If I were you I wouldn’t lose any sleep
Add another pail of viscera to the heap
Be surly with your funny bone
It laughs at you when your not looking
And you are never looking
Shovel heads will meet soil
We will all rejoice knowing that there is something beneath us all
Anything that is above us can be buried
I am at a loss with all that I have gained
Standing at the sink I wash my thoughts away
My sense of disgust has found new life
Cacophonous caterwauls are like lullabies
Spirituality only placates uncertainty
Always in the wrong
Sing the same old song
If we’re going in circles how can you be standing on the corner?