I haven't been at this dark of a place in years....

As if all my fears coexist into one big giant fist

It's as if all the nightmares I had when I was younger

combined into a flying feature film staring that guy who dies every **** time

I'm that guy if you were wondering

It's over, I've rejoiced with those hollow words too many to count

It's never over

The war has just begun

It's a struggle to look upward when my shoes seem so appealing

But it's the act of wanting you back

that keeps me in a never ending spasm of heart attacks one after another

I know they say god doesn't make junk

But it seriously seems like he half assed most of my personality

Not because I'm not kind or caring

Actually quiet the opposite

I stick around when ever sticks and stones seem like home compared to finding home in you

I stick around when broken bones don't even begin to reach the discomfort of your glare

I'm ripped into 7 different pieces

I want to live pure and for god but the other three fifths of me wishes for you to just let it be

Let love grow

Maybe

If a flower can't stand up to a summer breeze than the petals will probably fall off

Because flowers need water

You're parched but swimming in a freshwater spring

Like the act of killing my self esteem and dignity in one fowl swing wasn't enough for you

You're gonna point for all to see and shout "HE DID THIS TO ME!!"

But what puzzles me is you're pointing at the sky

So when you die and ask him why

Don't be surprised if he tells you the story of the man on the roof of the flood

So with that I bid you farewell, and good luck.