Rantragewarningprophecyconfession
for all those who've wanted to die
to cry
to drink oneself into an early grave

to self medicate
infuriate
eradicate

sick of tired of sick and tired
heavier than heaven
and hotter then hell

low on life
high on needle point

covered in lies
caught in a web of futility

trying to make your life fit the picture

nails, nails, nails
flesh torn wide open by the downward
crush of a system soldier
crucifying hopes, dreams
and everything in between
that, friends, is the only picture:

bloodbath, dying, corpses, rotting

mega death

beyond comprehension
beyond redemption

and it looks as if cobain might have been right
to put a shotgun to his head,
when no amount of success ends the pain

oh what a downer
loser
negative creep
crazy insane lunacy
suicidal dreamer
just eat drink and be so insincerely merry
that you ignore the pain

put on your mask
and get out the door
wiggle and crass
down in the club
have however many
it takes to drown out your drowning
but the problem never goes away
decibels of white noise increasing exponentially
bursting first your eardrums
and then your soul

II

but there is one who knows
gets you
understands
empathizes

one who also died
one who sees the problems
one who got nailed, exposed, humiliated,
treated like a piece of trash,
hung naked to the entire universe:

like adam & eve in the garden,
he was ashamed;
like the frightened child he was,
exclaimed:

"my god, my god;
why have you forgotten me?"
III

and there always comes a morning
after the mourning
if we follow

a life after death
if we listen

an opening of the eyes
if we want to see

long sought answer
to who I'm supposed to be:

to all who received him
& who believed him,

he gave power

to become children of God...