Emotional Slag

She’s the reason I get up in the morning
She’s the reason I go to work
She’s the reason I put up with the pains of the world
It’s all for her
When she opens her heart
And places her hands on mine
I could stay in these arms all day

Foolish suburbanite longing for trust
Your smile bleeds as you peel your
Broken face off this path you created
Paved with the dreams and ground-up bones
Of those you stepped upon to get where you are
Apathy is a steamroller on this path you created
Look up and pay homage to your apathy

questions, thoughts, wonderings
what does it all mean?
how cliche
should i try?
what will come of it?
joy
pleasure
sorrow
heartbreak
people change
time moves on
new people enter the scene
the narrator becomes a player

Can the Narrator be a player?
If the Narrator becomes a player
Who takes his place?
Should the Narrator Join
In the struggle of the players?
Who is the Narrator anyway?

A character is added
The Narrator is gone
No one knows what will happen next
How will the play go on
With no narrator to move it?

Apathy is my blanket
But it is thin
And I still shudder benieth it
-binks

the narrator sees everything
the narrator knows everythong
the narrator can predict anything
the narrator is safe from all harm

many players look up to the narrator
they see him as a god
they continue their lives
as the narrator tells what happens

safe from all harm, the narrator stands
never involved in the conflict
the narrator is safe

the players continue their lives
the narrator stands in the corner
protected, isolated, alone

the players continue their lives
the narrator lies silent
fallen on the stage
slain with his own blade

choices…decisions
our lives are filled with choices
how does one decide
they may change the moment
they may change eternity
fuck it…i’ll work on it later

speckles
pieces of sin
lying on everything
like blood on a fresh corpse
everywhere it goes
it leaves its mark
everything it touches
feels its presence

sin
burns like fire
consume, destroy
we
cannot control
all that we are
God
can save
if we give Him a chance
free will
He gave us
we use it the wrong way
in the end
we all die
and few realize that
death
is our only salvation
from this life of
sin

people sit
soon
they scurry around
in pointless lives
still
they don’t understand
why they are here
alone
they will never see
if they don’t open their eyes
afraid
they fear death
their only salvation
hoping
only faith
can save them now