Disgust in my mouth of filth like swallowing day old milk,
Milk the cows purple and blue high off of grass consumes,
Always high in the air weak away from problems fall off search for bud guy to go higher than the sky, lost sense of reality knowing that you'll never see God,
Happy with life choices cause your way fails and you know longer care of opinions lost found and shaken
Such vulgar terms stuck in your heart, last years mess swept under the rug, under your soul but stil no one is told...
Steel walls cant admit that they were hurt, that they were burnt by the words spoken and unspoken,
So they let that blue blood slip from their vains, the whole body filled with sadness, pain, deception...
Still hurt because no one understands the pain that you are going through, so you sit and watch your life move fly jump across the sky,
No energy to get baq up and let love take you on a spin.
How can you let someone, some action, some event rob you of all of the wonderful in the world.
What you think that having everything all bottled in makes you strong?
You are the weakest, most selfish, and cruelest alive. AND watching this doesn't help the bent?
This whole experience cant be heaven sent, yet you sit down and has called grief your home, alone, still and quiet as a mid winters stone...
So whats your next move? Whats your next step, cause your hardened heart is all you have left...