Another December Post

"I got a lot a whole hell of a lot to say, even if it hurts sometimes."

"All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us."

"Money over everything, money on my mind. Then she wanna ask when I got so empty. Tell her I apologized, happened over time."


Hearts Become Utility Knives 
Are we the very cause of our own perpetual stasis?
Are these the ropes we churn out
 in our factories on a regular basis?
The ones we check for strength
so they won't break?
I'll do the same if you tie mine loose
Hell, give 'em show;
make it a noose.
We'll take the slow fall.
Just as snow falls
And the night calls
That's when hope crawls
Up and out of the gutter
Out and over the edge of
The times that we've wasted
And the days that we spent
Wandering in the desert
And shivering in the cold
Never referencing the sun for direction
Or zipping up our coats.
Is this the real dope,
The straight show for the ego
Ego-less transition from the ignorant young
To the no longer relevant old
Becoming shadows of lost days
Will you be the flash light to guide my way?
I can't see straight, but you feel great?
Well, I trust you
We can do this
I know
With three words
Here We Go.
Cut the rope.