Decay

They speak in a circle, hearts so constant, passion completely unequally

grouped they walk with a holy line scattered amongst the city,

we’re here to save you! Or maybe you’ll see our piety by a time slot

45 minutes to make you feel better about yourself,

If We gave it a few months or some other shining year,

It might make you lose your faith, or maybe you’ll become soul educated,

“We’ll surround you with smiling faces doctored up with torn bandaids

and pereforated dimples taped onto our faces,

I was inspired by some speech……. mobilize, purify, transform,

when all they needed was some friend to sit in the rain struck city,

share a smoke, or wait the storm out with him…..,

the truth is his presence has faded from my open sight,

I no longer feel you from afar,

Here we’ll hook you up with some solid people…..

as if I needed some assured, confident, bastard telling me how spiritually mature,

he is……

I can’t pull that face, when I see my friend my father dissapear,

Obsessive introspections of development….. torn me out,

restrained contained, insanity, I care not for your holy wars with

meaningless prayers, my thoughts might as well kill me inside now,

rather falling fast on stairs no handle for my hand to catch,

a man so collapsed no hope for some irrational community,

go out and carry an old lame man home, and buy him a couple meals,

stop speaking with your mouths and f****** help those you hate,

if actions give you any consolation eat the benefits of that,

I fear I was predestined to be condemned,

For those who don’t understand what par he’s playing,

or how many yards he’s ahead,

But I stay stuck in the circles of sand,

Once Finished, I find I played the course too late

with no cart to drive me home,

the truth is bitter soaked apathy leaves me disolved

separated from what once was….