Do you think I’m worth saving?
Could I convince you?
How much does it cost to save
a life, or how much
Is a stone cold heart actually…

To the ground and drown in your “realism”
Pessimistic dismissal of moon shot missiles
Just because your lust for more bit the dust.

Show me that drive to rise free of worry's ties
Let me see your grit when your lip gets split
By the bones raining down like so many stones

And who cares if you stumble on the stairs?
It’s not like there’s no hand rail
It’s not like the vapid, energy sapping, yappers
Have a real hold on those ideals unsold.

Rise strong.

Something's sharp in my sock
Painfully poking me with every step
I thought it was a forward progress thing
But when I took a step back
It was still there.

So I stripped off my sole
Peaked inside that cloth membrane
And pulled out that **** nail

The way her jaw curves to that chin that borders those wide lips smiling mischievously in my memory…
Stabs me right in the movement
So I carefully put my shoe back on
Stamped down hard
Relished in the pain of her memory
And continued with my day

Love
Too on the nose, right?
Poetry is supposed to be written
By tortured souls with esoteric leanings and
Only ever alluding to the idea
That all they need is
Love

And from the sky came rain
Not voices
No angels or demons
No face in the clouds
Just rain
Dampening sound from scream let free
Frustration given the reigns
But he's still alone
And the sky doesn't give a ****.

Raised voices and red tinted eyeballs
Burning water and bitter seasoning
Like the fake Christ on that real cross, I open arms
And transmute alcohol to blood
Spit from split lip and broken nose…
Rage and rage and where the ****
Is my phone?
Is my girl?
Is my god ****** shot of whiskey?!
No matter how many teeth leave their
Mark on my knuckles
It's all still lost to the lung tongue or back of throat stung.