RMC

Blackish backlash beautiful
beauty that beautified I tried
to do all I could I would still
if upon you I can try to rely.

Why oh why is the sky black?
Stinging sweat lingers close
as I walk my way back to back
dear Lord I feel only my ghost.

It is coarse and empty of color
my love so please fill it in well.
I need some substance Lord,
not some reeling old stale hell.

May I some fortune please?
My back hurts and I’ve a knee
that hurts in pain I don’t want
sympathy just a break please.

Isolate isolate I need a love
that doesn’t rot at my soul.
Emptying my pockets at will
I don’t need a love out of control.

Take me as this broken wreck
I am a wretch so please correct
me Lord I know you will,
for the day is fresh.

Devils around linger in obsession
of the things we’d never think.
Push they need just a little to
fall off that damn brink.

Let’s cause hell why not?
No one has now or ever forgot
the trampoline it was scence
I still love a rush to the head a lot.

I love to drift away from it all,
in my own comma I’ve made
a blade to cut a slice of sweet
things I breathe that hold sway.

Why not dear Lord all is dieing
anyway so let me say I can pray
by the light of the moon upon
alters in sand that I’ve made.