What's left,
The carcass getting picked clean,
All the ****** bones at our feet,
Vultures have had their fill,
Circling above our heads,
Wishing for our downfall.

What's left,
Of a genocidal nation,
When it doesn't hide,
Wears it on its sleeve, that pride,
All the tears our enemies cried,
We flay all the children alive.

What's left,
After it all crumbles away,
The welfare state,
The indomitable hate,
Nobody can afford anything,
It'd all be gone and be too late.

There's a story woven into the bend of my eyelashes,
Can you get close enough to read the shimmering pattern?
Would you be able to decipher and understand?
Or would they be nothing but eyelashes to you?

Shadow of the pen,

Meet my paper,

Tear it apart,

For my sake.

I keep extending out my expiration date,
Too scared of life to live,
Too scared of death to die,
So, why do I spend these nights,
Wondering what it'd look like,
If I met the blinding light.

Shadow of the pen,

Meet my paper,

Tear it apart,

For my sake.

Eventually.

I won’t be here anymore.

Popcorn ceilings.
Hidden drawings,
Olive green top wall,
Maroon red half wall,
Shelf running the room,
Knick-knacks fit perfect.

I won't be here anymore.

Eventually.

I will forget it all forevermore.

Big window,
Glow in the dark stars,
Spell her old ownership,
Called it a tomb,
Called it a home,
Out of hopelessness,
Into the next chapter.

Eventually.

I won't be here anymore.

And eventually I will forget it all.

Forevermore.

Tracing star patterns,
Love only what matters,
Always feel I'm in tatters.

Passed a shooting star,
Seemed too much too far,
But there haven't been many wars
Been a while since I made new scars.

Tracing star patterns,
Love only what matters,
Always feel I'm in tatters.

It's not all done and I haven't seen the rising dawn,
But I have faith the darkest nights can be met head on,
That I can right all of my wrongs,
And find peace in these songs.

I like you better when I’m drunk
You wouldn’t like me when I’m sober,
Don’t you dare **** up my funk,
Drag me by the chains on my choker.

Do you mind if I dance bad,
I don’t care that I dance bad,
Do you care that I dance bad,
I don’t care if you dance bad.

Told me Texas was your home,
Now you're covered in sinful appeal,
This conversation's so monochrome,
Let's get up and make a colorful reveal.

Do you mind if I dance bad,
I don’t care that I dance bad,
Do you care that I dance bad,
I don’t care if you dance bad.

Can't find God in clouds I search,
But I found a stray golden light,
It settles into the crook of my arm,
Sleeps worries away on its perch.

I woke up early today,
I noticed some decay,
I thought I was okay,
Instead I've gotta pay,
Just to pave my way,
Out of this disarray.

But if I arrived at heaven's gate,
Would Saint Peter be the one to say,
"You’re flawed but so is God.”
“You loved as you could, gave as you should.”
“That’s enough to receive Heaven’s love.”

I'll be content with this golden light,
For now it's enough to hide the blight,
As I make my way home on this night,
I will make it through despite its might.

I woke up early today,
I noticed some decay,
I thought I was okay,
Instead I've gotta pay,
Just to pave my way,
Out of this disarray.