A Valley Below

I am sick

So sick and tired

I'm so sick and tired of this life

As I watch you wander off one and all

Dragging yourselves into the suicide of the mind

While still praying and praising his Whoredom

And so I try laughing while kissing goodbyes

The last idiots still proclaiming their cuntlike

Stories of their salvation poured out

Into your vast and desolate structures of life

As if life itself took a twisted turn and a crooked cross

As children rise in silvery bleak moons singing songs

For all the dead never realizing their departure from life

And the road ahead is full of mud and slippery like birth

And on your feet you rise and fall and rise and fall

I sit in the shelter of my mind

Where finalized and realized beauty is but temporary

And savage brutality is part of all my moves and cracks

There is no shelter from the demon-angels and theft

There is no shelter from the ones inside your mind

I like the way things tend to lean on irony

I'd like to take you all to hell with me...