I gave you comfort
and safety
and this is how
you repay me?
You fucking betray me?
This is why
good men go crazy.
Driven to the edge
by those they sought to protect.
There’s a point to this,
I guess.
It doesn’t matter,
We’ll just fuck it up again.
Sometimes,
I think we must like it.
We build our castles
despite it.
A whole life of matches,
ignite it
and walk away
watching it all burn.
I have learned
there’s always someone
out to get me;
even if that someone is me.
I have brought the ultimate protection,
the lack of all desire.
The act and the denial.
We don’t see the cycle,
we just like to watch the fire.
We hate it,
but deep down,
we love it.
We need it,
because it’s
the loss that we covet.
The empty,
the sorrow,
the rain on your fucking parade;
we love a good march to the grave.
This is the end we seek.
That’s why we create,
to stave off life
for one more day.
There are patterns to our games,
now I appreciate
the way we place our faith
in our mistakes.
Even when you betray me,
I can’t let them take your place,
it’s all burning down around me,
all my perfect plans erased.
I just want to see your eyes
and taste your tears one last time;
if this is the end,
I’ll do it better next time.
HG – 2016
