Pile Of Dead Dogs

Wait

Wait a minute

Constant dissection

Of conscious reflection

Has led you to act in

Imagined attractions

And it’s not lookin good

It’s not looking good

It’s when you started hopin’

That’s when you gave up

When it all became so overwhelming

So absolutely fucked

When your heart stopped singing

And your brain stays home

Face in a pillow and ear on a dead phone

Maybe there’s a reason

We suffer endlessly

Maybe there’s a god up there

Testing all his sheep

Or maybe god’s a sadist

Who loves his juicy meats

O’ maybe there is nothing there

There is nothing there

And nothings fair

I know you want a happy ending

No one. Wants. To. Die pretending

Maybe we live in hell

Cursed to burn and reason

Maybe I'm a pile of shit who thinks it is a human

The sun rises each day

A reminder I am nothing

An insignificant pile of skin

In a pained brain neverending