A streetlight is my dawn.
They give me therapy for my soul
dumps for hills
quarries for ravines
liquid waste for living water.
I killed a fish in this sewer today
Don’t you see how mother nature loves me ?
An equinox has passed unnoticed.
Somebody died in agony for our sins?
Yeah right, maybe we’ll give you the afternoon off like good christians.
Haircuts create happyness.
Shoppig soothes souls.
I feel like pulling the sword from the stone and ruling the land bringing back bloom
cutting myself off
cutting you down.
You bet I could do it.
But I can’t find that stone in this mall we live in
before my soul bleeds dry
It’s oozing out of me so quickly.
I feel cold already,
cold and alone.
Welcome to the familiar void.
Why was he sick, why was he unhappy,
why is he dead?
Didn’t he have everything he needed?
