The Father Of Nothing And Devilbunny Industries

I'm sitting here breathing poison,
And you're lying if it's not under oath
i'm sitting here in a thousand shits
And still you call it resposibility
i run my hands through my hair, and it falls out
And my rights go like a man jumping
My can't balance my life to my budget
But am in awe of the debt i shouldn't repay.
i can't see you, but through you
And you give me excuses that do not answer the Question
I look for all my problems, and know the truth
And you haven't said a damn thing woth the energy or comprehension
I get up in the morning, and still feel asleep till the afternoon
And still your heart beats in the rythym of the beast
And still you lie, and still you kill, and you still you lie and still you fuck us, and still you spend my future, and still i breath poison, and still i sit in shit, and still.... and still...
and nothing ever changes.

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I can still remember, still feel,
Dead fields of wheat, ghosted ashen clouds.
Some scars never heal, and some mature with age.
Some scars still bleed, some remain and hold back
And among the held back, the tears, and the joy
The sounds and the love, and the sounds.
Obsession for calm, healing, obsession, for obsession.
It's nothing more than a feeling, sinking ships,
Killing hope, perishing alone.
some kind of comic darkness, a parody of reality,
Nothings really that serious anymore, nothing really matters that much
I am , nothing anymore, nothing like I used to be, and for now, nothing I want to become.
Still afraid, nothing seems to be correct.
Sharing, pouring out into an eternal void, and none of you know me,
Yet for some reason care. I
Unfathomable, really, to think that somewhere, I made a trek
Onto something so positive, so helpful
I can't see past, a few scars, and I can't talk about them anymore
As I have never said anything anyway.
I still hear the screams, I still hear the void,
Still trapped by damage, from the centuries,
Still a victim of history, still hurt.
I can't bleed forever, but I can't stop it alone.
Am I really to be so alone, then let it be.
Let all of it come down at once, let it all go away.

New, Virgin, clean And Ready
Both mind and body, slate's clean.
Ready for anything, fear subsides,
Old tricks again,
Old habits again,
Could be worse, could be better.
Conscious and dreaming,
Tethered and wandering,
With aim, in a blank orbit,
Afraid to touch/talk, yet pain at the fears.
Lost in confusion, Looking
For a strange bright new day,
Confused by all the lies,
And not hearing anything but goodbyes.
And still trapped behind eyes that no longer cry,
And too afraid that if I put forth an honest try
The reward will open floods, and smiles bound,
From lips ubrella'd
But still, only dreams of happiness,
And your voice in nothing more than sound,
And your kiss, I don't know but miss.
The come down, willing but hapless,
I'm supposed to find a god, but I find,
Nothing but the same nothingness
And the nothingness is never kind,
All my thoughts wasted, in ink,
Never seen, read, never to make you think.
I don't long for the foul drink,
But as I sit and write and write,
nothing but this laundry list of crimes,
Crimes only of fear, of what I,
I don't know, happiness, compassion,
Companion, a loving touch, and inviting embrace.
Only to wither in pain, an artist's tradition of tradgedy.