I have not said all that I meant
just as this come before the maker
ready to face justice many years
wasted joy tasted but wasted
what is this thing called love
missed the memo no rest
for the weary draw near
and listen can you see the glisten
of wisdom gained then lost.
there is so much more that
could come of this but I aim
for goals too far out of my reach.
Breach of understanding splatters
likes brains sprayed from the blast
of the gat. Hurrying to end the misery
doomed to fail hail the end matter.
There is people that care even in
the darkest hour tho it may seem
like all have forsaken better look
again you may be mistaken.
Now I walk away like none of
this has ever happened these words
inspired by haste shall chase me
evermore or may I forget.
