We're all angels with ***** faces attached to warm bodies .
A cage for one internal motor
A grayish-pink mass for our ulterior motives
Crushing together like mismatched locomotives.

Theres a flower on my shelf.

Its was once beautiful just like you
But its petals have dryed and cracked like your skin.
Its stem have grown so stiff just like just your fingers
Its gives me strength just like you did.

It was the flower that they put on me
When i put you in the same earth from which the flower bloomed
Your body's gone now but your essence will return to earth.
And hopefully as as a flower you'll be born anew.

Theres a flower on my shelf, i'll always have you.

I wrestle with my existence
So why would I want a eternal one
But I understand the concept of a father
Giving up his only son I didn't ask be to your Prometheus
I didn't ask for any of this
I'm not you Adam,you didn't breathe life or love into this creation
I'm just a man with no soul or purpose
I only yearn for my own damnation
If I'm your own reflection
Then we are silhouettes of your worthlessness
So I sin without transgression
Because a eternity in hell over heaven would hurt much less.

My father always told me to do your best  But what if my best isn't good enough
A good life is a goal I can't reach
Still from your glass houses you still preach
A stable family life and money isn't something you can't teach
You can hide your flaws behind logo jackets and the newest smart phones
I drag mine across this stage because of a shattered  home and  these destructive thoughts that keep me from holding my own
Desinger outerwear and a iPhone six can't heal scar or broken bones
A strong male role model or a caring creator would still leave me to roam
So **** the hypocritical south and **** whistling Dixie
I don't think church or pharmaceuticals can fix me
So **** your dreams of Mayberry and this town I'll never miss
So **** the weight I carry and **** my last childhood wish
I could overcome and get away from all of this.

Happiness reminds me of a sandcastle
It can be corrodred by the lickings waves
Or taken all at once by the tide of life
But we'll come back and rebulid
It might be larger or smaller
We might destory it on own accord
Happiness is becoming a metaphor
I'm content to watch on the ocean floor

The sins of the father weight heavily on the son
There's blood on my hand for deeds I haven't done.
I've been drafted into a war that can't be won,
I opened my eyes to the barrel of a loaded gun
So I must be the one to break the cycle ,the family tree won't have another whiskey stained leave. I'm not a person that the bottle can keep

the wind carries you name but I won't listen
the rain has your scent
I learned much from living
not every angel is heaven sent
all the the love I was giving
I wonder where it went
alone on these dark nights
like you I learn to cherish it .

being young smoking in the stair well
getting older smoking thinking oh well
seems like me and Mary met in past lifes
she helps me with the decay
that's why I have a half-life
and nothing stays the same
but everything is half right

My skin has become a prison
My tounge a gate for the words
I must confess
My ribs have transformed into a
cage for my chest

Under this prison
These bones quake
Found something to live for
Something to love,they wake

Some say to live is to breathe
But they don't see
The forest for the trees
Its the tiny moments that gave peace
So I'll bury myself in the leaves

When you bend something
It will strike back and bend you
This is the relationship
Between society and nature.

I boxed up my life like bundling synapes
And all my pictures and poessions,nerouns
I took my body and mind
And put it somewhere new.

I can hear creaking in the hall but not the one
I reside in. All the windows shine light but in a way different then how i remember. I boxed up my life heading somwehere else for the fall and winter.

If home is where the heart is, then its where i bear whats inside my chest. Where i can walk walk with solid feet, and lay my body to rest. I moved to a new location , but i gained a new apperaction for where home is.