There I Go, Go, Go… Chasing My Casket’s Hearse (That’s Drove Away)

(Part One) There I Go, Go, Go… Chasing My Casket’s Hearse (That’s Drove Away)

Everyday I am alive, I am is just wasting away
Because of being always lazy & being high or, being drunk
Not willing to clean, not willing any socially time
I have nothing wanting to do for any of you
Only to have what is left meaning isolation for my feeling that spring gloom to bloom

As I am hiding from everything & everyone with all these cloths of mine covering my windows to look in on me to see how I am doing
When no one cares if I am alive or to be dead like them
Erasing any existences beyond my shads
Everyone is dead to me now

No one has time for I
So… so why don’t I just die
So then I can be dead like everyone else
It would be cool to be a real ghost
Instead of human being that is looked through without being called a code blue

I am not dead
But are you?
You don’t seem to hear me or, see what I am inside
I have not yet died
So will someone make me feel alive
Otherwise just let me get high until the day I really die
And join all the rest of you assholes that speak spit & shit to get by
That knows they desired to be met by death
And that’s where it lead you
That’s where it lead you uh?

Now you & I wish we never bullshitted around all the time
Now we get a prison of icy flames
Being able to melt you or, I to glue
And the same time freeze us like an ice cube
Grabs onto our souls brings us down to spirals chewing away our souls’ existences to become the spirals’ poop next to the three hundred headed hound dogs’ mouth
As this repeats of the painful, miserable times that keeps on repeating, repeating, repeating
Never an ending
No happily ending instead it’s hell or, Hades for us
And we can not do anything to change our luck for the future now... uh?

There I go, go, go… chasing my casket’s hearse that’s drove away
I am dead now too
Are you too?
You don’t seem to be depressed by my death, actually you are smiling
Not knowing if that is a bad thing or, good thing
Meaning a good thing by… no longer to suffer alone in the townhouse
My self esteem doesn’t look blue… but it has always been that way even when I was alive
My ego has gone out of it’s mind the only the thing I had that was naturally always high
But my ego got me at the knife a couple of times ending me up to take pills
To get rid of my negative attitude & all my built hate against people
But, I don’t want to rid those two that are a one of a kind

I love to hate people
I love to feel blue
Even it means if I end up in…
Hell or, Hades one of the two
Damned from the earth’s presents
No joy should be put into my heart
Because I refuse to allow it in
As the same way I do with any love that comes by I
Is to go sour like a month old gallon of milk molding inside of the jug

No need for hugs or, for any reactions of compassion
Because it hurts too much to know I could be actually loved
It’s like hearing death is here for you
Pick up what you like to bring with you to hell or Hades
It’s going to be a long time for you like it is going to be for me
We are two of one mind that chose the wrong road to step onto
We waited too long to change our one minded mind
That fucked us over in the end

(Part 2) Take This Trip

Take this trip by passing it by sticking it under your lower lip
There your brain will explain the rest of way for you
As long you get a highly graded trip then your mind begins to twist in spinning circles
Bright colors that blink in your eyelids
Blurring everything to become very sharp that slits your knowledge to the darkness
Of using mother natures’ gifts that give our depressed pressure a lift from underneath our fingertips like the cigarettes we smoke that climbs into the air from our fingers flicking with touch to ashes off the inhales’ stress that always comes in an exhale

(Part 3) Blacken My Eyes Pull Me To The Dark

Blacken my eyes pull me to the dark
Don’t let me be me
Don’t let me be me
I am already for that darkness to take total control of me
Not to let me be me
Not to let me be me
Crawl in a space of cave to hide & die alone
So then I don’t let me love me
So then I don’t let me love me

(Part 4) Jupiter’s Jet Streams

Spin around me as if your were a three hundred year old hurricane
Moving repeatly erasing the surface of us
Blowing it out as water or blown out as dust that’s dusking the night
To always have the skies this color that's to be pitch black

Winds taking our breath to gasp for air
But, there is no air to bare for relaxation
All nerves have no commotion of connection
Everything is sliding around in destruction's limits that can’t hold much more

Life is Jupiter’s jet streams that carries on & on & on
Confusion of understanding of our humanly beings gravities
Rest of not to sleep but, release the thoughts to process the light & the darkness of death
Sit beneath a comet’s blast of it’s flaming solar rays taking the pain away

{Sir. Love Coffin}