intoxicated.
on this drunken life.
fix your face on this.
the love you gave me in your sorry red eyes.
this is your life.
don’t fill it with lies.
that kill.
your soul.
hypocrites.
can you live for both?
can you imagine a life.
different from here?
get out of here.
where to go.
somebody told me.
you would know if you listened.
i listen. nothing.
but i see.
i see what is right.
i see my face in your sorry black heart.
oh so sorry your mind.
filled with regret for you.
not me.
sorry for your lie.
kill this.
kill me now.
no, smile. now. and run.
hypocrites.
can you serve both?
i ask of you.
of everybody.
of me.
you can’t. you know it.
still. it gets harder.
i don’t wanna be like them.
typical pharisees.
trying to push their philosophies.
so wrong.
hypocrites.
i see you.
i see your sorry blue hands.
cold. trembling.
and you know their names.
you can count them on those hands.
if you could sit still.
once we were friends.
now so far.
they don’t love you anymore.
no.
because you went this way.
they went that.
you don’t want their life.
but do you want your own?
what are you doing today?
lying. again.
you are nowhere better.
you just are.
just you.
just sorry.
but you don’t know it yet.
i see you.
the love you gave me in your sorry red eyes.
crying.
for yesterday.
apologizing in advance.
and you say:
‘dear father. i know not what i’m about to do.’
