I made you into something you were never worthy of being
I built a castle out of ruins and laughed along while you burnt it down
someday, you'll return to those ashes and realize what you walked away from
I brush off the last memories of you and go on my way
there's no room in my future for you to seep into

The hardest things are so simple.
but the easiest things are so hard.
Space seems better but,
the closer, the stranger..
The odds are even..
you think you're getting even,
then the oddest things occur..
Special arrangements are canceled,
trying to make everything right..
but effort goes unnoticed..
Left for dead..
Left on read..
the biggest heart is broken and damaged..
Torn between..
being the best that i can..
& the worst i could ever be..
either to fly, or to die..
To stand, or to bury..
Water is life..
but it also kills...
heights are scary....
but they can build confidence..


Im High af..

We are each a tool
     And used in unison
           We can build the stars.


But when used incorrectly
           We'll break before we
Can reach further than our grasp.

creation builds houses...
brick after brick,
and
she works hard in the face of adversity.

creation builds a house,
and i build a home,
for tiny children... but i cannot keep them
warm.

you don’t believe me, when
i say that
things are not well... but when
have you ever had an answer,
anyway?

all blank-faced, and
angry...

i guess...
i was meant to be alone,
because
creation means building a house.
and
being someone means keeping it
warm.

what happens when a man is broken down to his most common element?
despair - we share - unfair
**** flair
i’m just trying to get it done before my mind outrun
my feet and speak
to the cement
of all my tears and my lament.
time spent,
respent,
and burned out.
shout.
speak binary so they understand you,
but underneath seek primarily
purpose and truth.
i guess it’s all just concepts in a modern world,
maybe it ain’t about time at all -
maybe it’s about time for it all.
i used to think a man couldn’t be uncertain.
could just hold up curtains
to his hurting.
but it’s burning,
scorching deep inside me like memories of
past performed sins.
guilt
and all that ****.
i’m not a religious man.
only a diligent one when it interests me.
and honestly, not a lot interests me in the world i see around me.
just my daughter.
just my wife.
but that’s a big just.
real justifications for finding
a way out.

Is destruction really so bad?
I mean
You can't build until
You've destroyed
Whatever was there
And maybe
What I am
Needs to be rebuilt
Maybe I need to face
My destruction
So that I can come back
Or maybe it's just
An excuse
To give in
And destroy myself