BeSafe

One of those f**king awful black days

When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens

Is an excuse for anger

An outlet for emotions stockpiled

An arsenal

An armour

These are the days when I hate the world

Hate the rich hate the happy

Hate the complacent the TV watchers

The beer drinkers the satisfied ones

Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things

And then I hate myself for realizing that

There's no preventative directive or safe approach to living

We each know our own fate

We know from our youth how to be treated

How we'll be received how we shall end

These things don't change

You can change yr clothes

Change yr hairstyle yr friends cities continents

But sooner or later yr own self will always catch up

Always it waits in the wings

Ideas swirl but don't stick

They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield

One of those rainy day car rides my head imploding

The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull：

Wet damp windows dripping and misted with cold

Walls of gray

Nothing good on the radio not a thought in my head

I know a place we can go

Where you'll fall in love so hard that

You'll wish you were dead

Let's take life and slow it down incredibly slow

Frame by frame

The two minutes that take ten years to live out

Yeah let's do that

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky

Metal arms outstretched

So much land traveled so little sense made of it

It doesn't mean a thing all this land all laying out behind us

I'd like to take off into these woods and just get good and lost for a while

I'm disgusted with petty concerns

Parking tickets breakfast specials

Does someone just have to carry this weight

Abstract topography

Methane covenant

Linear gospel

Asheville sales lady

Stygian emissary

Torturous lice

Mad Elizabeth

Chemotherapy bulls**t

I know a place we can go

Where you'll fall in love so hard that

You'll wish you were dead

The light within me shines like a diamond mine

Like an unarmed walrus

Like a dead man face down on a highway

Like a snake eating its own tail

A steam turbine frog pond

Too full closets burst open in disarray