no more air and there is too much
sun and there is nowhere to hide
because the planet is done
where can we go some say to the moon
but you can pick flowers for an
outdoor wedding in the month of june

walking through hallow shells of
souls in the earth
human lives summed up in stone
i know its hard to fight the
darkening thought
that in the end we're all alone
centuries gone past with so few
that have come back
with some fuel for the fire of faith

why am i so hard on myself

just some twisted fucking words
for when your life feels absurd
and you feel you're the extreme
of nothingness

when your demons come at night
and they scratch and bite
are you prepared to deal with their worst
well i get by