I hate to be the bearer of bad news But people are unimpressed with your prophecies coming Truer than true Your oceans of blue Turning red But do not fear for the kingdom is near Father take me back up to my home Father release these weights from my ankle I know that I’ve tried, so let me float in the sky It opens up to swallow me whole Because my body was not designed for this Don’t leave me to fend for my self on this place that’s turned over and become a hell A shell of what humanity was I was hoping that I would stop floating in these waters that don’t let me breathe Father release me from this ship we call humanity as it sinks Because the lighthouses are smashed to pieces and your oceans are polluted with propaganda and poison by the people you made your son a martyr for Don’t tell me you want this earth to go on anymore I know that instead of jumping ship you want me to bail it My hands can only hold so much water What little can I do Is it these small efforts that really please you

Motivated by fear and fear corrupting my motives Moving in and out of seasons where fall feels like spring and feeling the sting of growing pains straining so hard not to be the person always complaining So many days,walking the tight rope I'm glad it's under my feet even if it's miles above the street Better than around my neck I'm better than that dark truth, but in truth You already knew the way I take the good in with the bad, I'm trying to not take for granted all the things I've ever had Because even when things were broken it left the door open for self improvement It doesn't matter if I had to kick it open sometimes But I am sorry for all the windows I smashed I was so sick of having to look in from the outside If you had just opened your gates I promised you your property would have been clean and pristine I would have only leaned over the gates to tell you that I love The way You decorate yourself with the passing of time you were always so festive I wish I would have invested in colors that draped me gracefully So that way I could have been invited to your party's with all those pretty, purebred, people Because even if they kept me up at night Even if you were the fly Buzzing around in the corner of my ceiling I would have started pealing off all these years of self pity weighing me down So I could have gotten up and opened the window that leads back to town Because you are beautiful in a way that I can't escape So I'd rather be a small part in your farewell than being the sorry excuse of the man who brings you water from the well Charcoal stains from the chimney way You invited me in from the door but it felt wrong to be so casual so I stooped down to the level of a crook and their I laid Dirty And bruised You have never Been amused With the way of the day to day I'm sorry for bringing you dirty water I just want you to see that I'm putting in effort I'll boil out all this hurt from the rain I collected from the gutter And I pour peroxide on all that static across my thighs I want to be pretty so I can stop hiding in your attic and soon become decoration I want to take part in all your leisure recreation They say Today's a new day but yesterday felt the same so I remain topside turvy, drunk off of worry and slurring apologies because somebody spiked my drink with their false ideologies of what they perceived you to be before they learned that those robes really do have a home for me so let me be humbled by your humility because humanity has been on their knees begging not knowing that you have been standing behind us telling us to hush Because the sunrise is just over that hill, the worst is over You change the way I perceive, and how I proceed through this life of mine The night is for rest and the day is for labor Pregnant with fear, I've decided to steer clear and adhere to your fingertips just barely glazing over my eyes telling me that faith will always overcome sight And that even when I cry The water in my tears give life This ocean of misery crashing against my ribs That hurt nurtures the shoreline like a wound In the womb, you loved me for what I could be Not for what I am And still to this day you say son I love how you sway Bending without breaking sometimes shaking but never the less you keep your hands on your chest and confess that your city has been weeping And I love you all the same I love you all the same

Gather all your fears because there's a bonfire It's Licking the tongue of Satan and if you feel strange that's because your heart is turning into velvet satin Somebody poured this into my ear when I was asleep last night and I can feel it leaking into my mind Broken tile spaces, places feeling vacant Buildings without residents and bikes without wheels. Nobody's going to fix them now, so I wish they would just be torn down Because it's so hard when you can see somebody who's lacking It's so hard when you see somebody attacking Are we really just dogs in the body of men Our mouth dragging through the dirt, lapping up all this hurt dripping from your rib cage I use each one of my fingers to count down the ten times I was up till nine in the morning, mourning the 800 thousand miles between us And the way those seven deadly sins slithered across your body, sixes across your writs this feeling, intoxicated on five shots of four ounces of self-pity and regret The same dream 3 night in a row where two hands are resting gently on my window And your single voice whispers to me I still don't know what you said I still don't know what you said Write me a nice song she said Write a really really nice song But it's the wrong notes every time Knees bound to the ground and wondering Am I giving up or giving in Sometimes this quite lets me know that the wolfs in my head left me for dead Regardless of what we were fighting for It's not even a struggle anymore Because your going to die Yes you are really really going to die Yes I'm going to die Yes I'm really really going to die But you never wanted to hear that I could never reach out to hold your hand because they were always covering ears For an entire year, I wondered if you were blocking out my voice or yours I'm sorry that our relationship has become a choir Because you just put up with me and I put up with myself, gripping tightly the gates of heaven or maybe it's hell Crucified, turning to the side The son of man erected, no longer able to stand looks me in the eye and sighs And he tells me he'll have me for dinner while they put a hole in his side Your back crooked from carrying my cross, lashes on your neck from the way I choked you with my affection, afflicting pain into your mind already concaving into itself Help Help Every time I spoke failure shown down upon me, blinding my aim and misfiring on anyone I ever called friend I think there is something wrong with me. I think there is something wrong with me Go ahead and take that and this just make sure to disinfect the holes you left in my wrist I keep this wound open so maybe one day you could infect all this cancer in my brain and change out my veins for electrical wire and maybe one day I could start spinning like those bicycle tires and we can get to all those broken Towers and start rebuilding

The same train comes every day And I'm afraid it's haunting me I am worried that your face will be blurry As it ask me to leave our humble abode In my love you are feared, in how you tousle your hair And how you'll have me always The salt on your tongue, fast hearts,so young, the life in your rib cage But fate have it be, I Must have believed,that everything was done for this I took so much time, to write down these lines, so you know that there's something hidden in these empty pages I know You know what we could do to be closer to life and to be closer to death After all that's been said It's worthless But still I'm alive in the way when you tell me everything changes It's sunrises Blanketing our hope Paltry is every word that i have spoke This language i inherit It consumes me You consume me One of my greatest fears is that one day You will see through the veil of what you think I am And all my words will start tattooing themselves on your skin And the poetry that you used to love will becoming a haunting reminder that all art is a joke And you fell in love with a jester You are the best years in my life You fill me up, but it's so hard not to be hollow sometimes If you can't hear this song in your head It's because I'm covering your ears I'm bonded to my fears Because flowers they do bloom, from this earth they consume for the vanity of life I want to believe That love will carry me because God knows you do Blood is thicker than water but I hope I never leave you parched because I've spent all of my past butchering my heart trying to scrape out some meaning while allI should have done was just start believing in the fact that he gave me you and I am worthy of your love Love is coursing through your veins, bringing the oxygen to your thoughts that splatter like the paintings you tell yourself are worthless but to me they are worth it You were worth all this trauma from the past

Your mother called you a failure before she heard you sing And in that moment i knew i could harbor hate Self image Self inflicted Worn thin Snapping, you fragile thing These colors dont run but we sure do Down these tracks What we lack The railings broken and so are you Shedding pounds Shedding pounds How is your voice supposed to sing so loud When your ribs are hugging like we used too Id do anything to tell everyone the way you sound Id do anything to tell everyone the way you sound You made me so proud Tincan teleaphones You dont phone home Her voice makes you shake and then its out wit progress I miss the sound of your laughter filling up my empty room I miss the sound of your laughter filling up my empty room