i can't stand and watch the towers of my faith
burn to the ground
i can't fall and wait for the end
i puke ***** into the galaxies of eternity
and scream to God
my soul is dying
my hope is in pipes and in bottles
and in these chains that cut my wrists
and bind me to the ground like
weeds in a garden of roses
that were never choked in arsenic
or left out to dry with pills and papers
and an endless longing for oblivion