Back into the throes of existence
I find myself thrown.
The session has found me again
and I admit
that I lost it
sometime ago. In longing I drown
until something best left unknown
reared its head; The Great Perhaps
was upon me at last

and I could only see heartbreak
awaiting me on the horizon
of her love.

Sometimes I wish a planet would crash
right into this godforsaken world.
I wouldn't flinch, I wouldn't thrash
knowing that around my heart, your hands are curled.

Sometimes I wish we could just nuke
each other to oblivion . It wouldn't hurt
A flash, I wouldn't have the chance to puke
as finally we would be buried in the dirt.

Sometimes I wish your loving hand would come and take us away.
Sometimes I wish He would come again.
Lord, please come again,
For I resent being made from my clay.

I wouldn't have to hide,
I wouldn't have to see the tears of the broken-hearted.
For too long I have cried,
But the time has come for me to join the departed.

The ticking behind me is an irregular constant
Reminding me that i'm not well
Reminding me that they're after me
Reminding me of past sin

Current sin no good god could forgive
Sin so damaging
"He's coming back again"
The words have always haunted you

They slip through the cracks of paranoia
In your sick mind
It's all empty
She'll never love You

Nobody should care, but they do
Don't you wake up knowing He loves you?
Everyday, i wish i could say yes
But it feels like my brain is being torn apart

Where's your head at, you liar!
You sick *******, high at church
How could a Just One love me?
Make me fall on my knees?

You'd better punish yourself
So He doesn't have to
Too late, He'll whip your ***
Get ready for a pounding

Like some rusted nail
Pounded
Into rotted wood
In sleep you dream of
Holographic pastels
Of wings riding breeze
Of love flowing
Soothing lava
Then suddenly you are ripped
From lightning lit castles
Awoken by the hammer
And it is brutal and heavy
Pounding pounding pounding
You are pushed deeper into
Rotten foundation
Stuck
Assaulted
Forced
In sleep you dream
Of sour pasts
Reconciled
Blue green seas
The floors of oceans
The solitude of whales
And the hammer comes down again
Pounding pounding pounding
Until you are secured like christ
And some ordinary
Housewife
Hangs some ugly painting
Upon you
She adjusts it a few centimeters left
Then a few to the right
Takes 3 steps back
"Perfect"
And you are buried
Done

If everyone  would just
shut up
We wouldn't  have  so many problems