Like your worth to me,
Everyone has something in this world that is their God.
But Life experience is a cloud of smoke
And in place of that, I gave blood.
will they make it right?
Hearts cannot name
scratch perspective, its fact.
Your soul and it’s pace,
Damn love for staking its place.
And no, we’ve thought wrong.
A universe, or so it seems happened,
You and these,
nothing is there in life
that has not been.
It’s worth waiting to claim,
You fall and all you gain is pain.
Claiming their arms are full of trust
They heal families, keep lives together,
But their hands are broken
and God’s never going to heal you.
For Every emotion comes,
Just like your fingers scratching.
Intensity increases, pain follows.
Recognize thoughts & then the hurt.
There’s that god you thought was love…
All eyes on me everyone!
I am fine soulless and god doesn’t give a fuck.
So let that punishment come.
Your Universe is wrong.
This time is damaged.
My past soul is a sinking bitch.
You, Thing that fears,
You’ll never be something.
Take, when its time to give
No, you never owe a damn thing.
Coping methods will sink everyone,
and my family, you will sink alone.