Lavender tinted misery, come lay your broken hands on me
Your guiding light finds me right in the midst of our next tragedy
Adderall prescriptions; camouflaged existence
At a loss from tragic falls, I cannonball into abysses
Followed by clouds of darkness, birthed of heartlessness
Closet like a cemetery, could spend a decade unearthin carcasses
Wife says my depression would cease if I had a little more Jesus
I don’t think his holy hands would touch these shattered pieces
Crucified for my art, an excuse to pry me apart
She played my audio tracks and laughed, a blade slew right through my heart
Like that wasn’t all I had as a kid in Commerce City, go ahead and just hate it
You think being my better half you’d support it nonetheless...instead I’m berated
If I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t be remembered...neither as a poet or a man
Hopeless as I am, once I’m gone my name won’t be spoken of again
Some of the greatest people ever known are archived in the catacombs
They’ll probably throw my body in a ditch and let the buzzards strip my battered bones
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