Long Way Down

[ehho]

A breeze whispers in my ear that god is near. For years now my fear has been borne to my bedding, shedding tears made of glass shards and broken cards filled with parts within my possession. The many parts of my heart that form for mental vacations. Frozen faces each one looks similar to the other. I happen to wonder just how many years God's been here. How many times did he see me on my last legs waiting to be picked up and forgiven, struggling to find my way. Counting how many times I would stretch, reach my hand out to have it slapped back. Spit in my face this delusion of a withering soul left out in the frozen cold of coping. The strength fades and fades as time passes. I pick myself up I fall back.

What is, is what will be and to me this has always been comforting. Muttering copious amounts of personal flaws. I erect a mass of desecration, a circle jerk with me at the center. We harbor our destination and dock to conclusions. Let go of what you know and let hold every minute as it pass to old.

It's a long way down, when spent your time second guessing. Being used by a few, having a few been used by you. A damn shame when all blame has come and when came, I see it as you and me. Our Being. Forced on but never held bond by name.

Owned by its possessor. The proprietor, his cursed cousin, lacking self realization when the only realization is your own short coming.

I fight the fight for the good of love, promises up. I have not, want to but want not.

Figure it out