Polite

When this pad and paper meet,

The darkest thoughts I have to show

You know you fucked up bad before,

So now you reap what you have sown.

 

Walked outside in the sunlight, a kite told me a warning

Affording me in kind that it would all be all right

We all die eventually, why was I tripping?

The birds sang in unison proud and my mind desired this shroud

I noticed my dick cast a shadow across the ground

And I caught the wildlife staring I remember the feeling

Of cold air on my skin and I seemed, for a second anyways to

Forget how inside, I was reeling.

What is it like to die?

Why am I thinking this thought at a time like this?

The nature of life is a mystery to me, without meaning

We basically suffer for close to a century, it's getting into me

The doubt of how forever will feel, purgatory

I need a straight jacket to contain myself, Hannibal

Mouthpiece, before I go cannibal on my self,

Please!

I finished school never thought about dropping out,

So I doubt I can say I can't be what I want to impromptu

Should I have left when I was so young? I wonder if my family

Would have been upset if they had found me hung,

Above the coffee table, they would cry up a lung.

Paradoxical, these things I find inside my conscious mind,

Remind myself I'm probably insane,

But everyone tells me I'm so well adjusted, Popsicle brain

I feel like I'm under the weather and whether or not I

Survive is not under my control, that's impossible, I'm melting.

Ambivalence affords the chance to inflect, and to dissect

Whatever choices you might neglect, you probably checked

And still forgot that you wrecked your chance at success when you

Left me behind while you went and got high on meth.

I will continue to pursue the options I choose, I don't lose,

I don't even use that term, you should squirm, I am no worm but

You have been learned, by the one who no longer yearns for you.

 

When this pad and paper meet,

The darkest thoughts I have to show

You know you fucked up bad before,

So now you reap what you have sown.

 

I'm the reaper with the scythe tonight, I will come for you despite

All of this spite, a dark omen that I will be the one to find you

When you turn your back and feel my sickness inside you.

Don't let my calm demeanor and politeness fool you,

I can be meaner than the devil himself when wronged,

I can redefine cruel for you, and take care of that life for you.