Optimism in Insanity

Oh, such sweet fools,
Such sweet tender meat,
Wrapped in love,
Wrapped in hope,
Drenched in spicy cock sauce.

Sitting here on a sun drenched Sunday,
Feeling the weight of cowardice,
I can't help but feel impossible,
Stuck ... surrounded by repeated mistakes,
Listening for truths no one hears ...

Or cares to explain.

This is it for me,
Alone ... unable to connect anymore,
Aware and unwilling,
Heart full of scars,
Barely able to beat.

Oh, Universe ... such potential,
And yet I throw the meat on the balcony,
Let it rot,
Let it rot,
Oh, fucker,  fill will flies and rot ...

Leave me to my ruin,
Leave me to such shiny false dreams,
A paradox of hope and reality,
Forever clashing into sparks that dim,
Dim ... dimmer ... gone.

A Light once bright,
Now gone, hopeless and clinging ...
Desperate for anything that gives the day meaning,
Surround by souls corrupted by life's butchery,
Enveloped in personal calamity.

Give me strength,
Give me purpose,
Let this day matter,
Let there be reason in such cloying madness ...

Optimism in insanity.