I Shall Be Released

I shall be released from this cross eyed pain this delivers it’s final resting moan no more will I serve the untangled fabrics of sorrow which I’ve made my own.

I’ve been here time after time looking for a dollar in my rusty molded dime, I’ve fallen victim to how things should be, the bridge of my life, the miserable mosque that is me.

See the good things, nocturnal butterflies with mellow flutters picking the flowers in the uncertainty of others.

I shall be released from rambling men who splatter with the first glimpse of ruin, I look at the shambles of my life and I know I have not a single clue what I’m doing.

Addiction that advertises naked blood which leaks from my nose and holds me like a chain linked Rose.

I have not a place to turn or an idea to burn I’m dying from words that poison my mind with hate, I’ve fallen too much for another chance to wipe clean my slate.

I can’t go back to the habits I’ve left even if the rain stops without a drip the reason to live is to shower in the trip, the end may never come for that is only a limitation that in-prisons some.

What if you ride the crashing breeze of the tide, maybe you’ll go past societies rules which everyone chooses to abide.
 
Smack.
Crack.

The wall is falling with the ticking storm drenched in the rotting Jesus form.
Don’t try to breath it’s a pointless execution, my hands on my knees my eyes on the trees.
I never want to forget what you taught me when we met what the world gave me when I thought I was guilty of being useless but the open valley silence gave me somewhere to belong and it gave me the inspiration to always be wrong.

I know that it’s coming soon I see it in the alarm clock that beams and in my shockingly nostalgic vivid dreams.

It’s getting closer by the second I feel it in my heart coming soon to freshen my start it’s coming from the west to the east.
Any day now, I shall be released.