Bitter Truth

Bitter Truth - Saint Vitus

I knew a man

I'm proud to say

Couldn't live in a world

He couldn't see

The laws of life

It's ways are cold

Hidden patterns

Genetic mold

No one seemed

To know for sure

A knowing look

Of falling to death's door

Living unreal

Time is to steal

Booking passage on a journey unknown

Blackened veins

Of nihilistic sadness

A painted mask

Substance induced gladness

With a spike

Or from a bottle

Tiny cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotter

He was a man

Was fear's machine

Sickness don't fail don't succumb to self esteem

Unseen vessel

Undreamed flight

No one knows if you were wrong or

If you were right

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