these lies that i am brushed with
the terrors that i see
they do not take me farther
they do not grow my soul
i want to sweep the veil aside
i must end this farce
expose the pale withered flesh of the truth
enforce the end of our universe
and the beginning of my soul
my dad once told me
that nothing lasts forever
just before he dropped me
off back home at mother's new house
did that bastard leave the support check? she asked
and i in my young small way continued to die
a little faster now - a little farther down the Hate Canal
where no one gets cotton candy
and there is no room for you here
and no one loves you like the smashed puppy dying in your unbelieving arms
and there are no eyes here
no witness to the terrors of your life
no hearty laughter at your betrayals
no tears when the stars first shine for your cloudy eyes no
just you and a pen and a chilling realization that this is really all there is