Down is the new up;

How ****** is that?

It's all twisted around into this sickness that everyone enjoys

This mass hysteria to be weak minded

To be a piece of flesh prying off of the shin bone onto the fence post

The pain feels so good; the hurt is almost too easy


Watch as the ground swallows my blood

It takes it in to add to the collection of the centuries that fought for us

I fought for us and slowly drowned in the undertow that took you away before

The light did and I can not be afraid of this being that lives in my mind.

I feel as if I must die tonight for this to ever be anything more

Than a waste of time or for my life to be a waste of time.


But then will someone come and take my place?

The keeper of the black heart in which you so bestow.


I felt pain creep in and I stumbled naked down the hall to the bathroom where there would be no doors
                      
                          to hold me back from the other side of this world that I do not yet know.


                     Until tomorrow my love,
    
                                                               You will never know. . .

                                        My love until the tomorrow, which I will never know.