any cross up or down is a curse
nothing but a fashion statement
taken from the fiction section at the bookstore
big bad scary crossbearing wolves
who are just fucking sheep loyal to no cause

every where i walk its the same billboards using camo
they advertise the pearls and i know the message below
OBEY. CONSUME. SLEEP. DRINK.
FLESH. DRUGS. BEER. SEX.
if im the only one awake in a nightmare
i want to pull my head off
and show the world what being awake is like
no one knows. no one cares.
no one calls. no one cares.
who really cares
when theyre all face down in their own vomit
lapping it up and telling themselves
"what a lovely dinner for tonight were going to have"

your love is a one way street
leading to the driveway with the neighbors brown lawn
you talk unrequited and unmatched
when you havent learned to love yourself
telling me i am omega well fuck you i am not
telling me i am alpha well fuck you i will not
telling me it makes you sick well fuck you and drop
telling me ill never know well fuck you i know
living the double life. keeping one in the dark.
someone will expose the film and ruin the shot
your dead end cul de sac love is exactly that
and you cant fathom the damage
until you find out your own