Last But Not Least

Wrestle me nestled in a vessel of my pencil 
While words form from brainstorm I came strong to name on 
A dismal dispute of peril 
Pushing through the wreckage to message its essence 
In sense of a pleasant prediction perplexing 
Insolence ignorant 
Interests sufficient with the calmness of a cigarette and all of its sentiments 
A drifter in a world not of his own
To cast the first stone only to break ones own bones
To heavy to burden
God yes I serve him
But my brain is an insurgent my souls without endurance 
So I carry on until one day where the earth calls my flesh and I wither away
What's left of my life is in someone else's memory 
In this elegy you may remember me