GriefConsumedMe.

I even hear the mountains
The way they laugh
Up and down their blue sides
And down in the water
The fish cry
And the water
Is their tears
I listen to the water
On nights I drink away
And the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
It becomes knobs upon my dresser
It becomes paper on the floor
It becomes a shoehorn
A laundry ticket
It becomes
Cigarette smoke
Climbing a chapel of dark vines
It matters little
Very little love is not so bad
Or very little life
What counts
Is waiting on walls
I was born for this
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead

Listening to the water on the riverbed
I wish I was
Less negligent
Hands on the 9 like I'm playing djent
Stringing cognitive distortions together
This that Black Heart Revenge
Warping the inner-workings of my mind till it ends
The Bends, dont break
Keep faith, brother man
We break bread and hide keepsakes
I can't trust another man
Woman or child
Elder or newborn
I do warn
There's no contempt for the clergy
Surely
I make it to the Temple real early
Dark vines scattered across
All alone on this journey
No mercy
Through the frost, through the dirty
Thirty sub X, I could have never been worthy
Always been a wreck, I dont think I'll be returning
Cigarette burning, flick the ashes, pages turning
Vignette closing in on my vision, court adjourning
In short
Time is almost done ticking
Shoehorn the thinking down with one last drink
(It matters little)
It all matters little
Grief consumed me and I've grown tired of these riddles
I've grown tired of these hospitals and the pity
Tired of all this player-hating that goes on in my own city
Do you get me
Tired of drowning in my own sorrow
Hounding at the heavens till I'm hollow
Do you follow
Shallow, as the rivers that I eavesdrop
Please God
Put an end to this fraud, let my knees stop
Face plant
No demands, no amens
Double the E's like Yeat
Not a thing Up 2 Me
Luxury
Wonder if He, loves me
Repugnant pleas, all I seem to speak
I better stop talking
Another word from my tongue before I hear them dogs start barking

'Fore I hear them bark
Oh lord, I cant seem to do this
Grab my sword, my blade
My gat, my spade
I got nothing left
I got nothing left to say