Ill 
01/29/2013

The mind is beautifully ill

Something so frail
Find me, if you will

It's never going to be perfect

Even if all did submit
Following family lines
They find the frail
To take back what was already 
theirs to begin with

Everything is a part of all

Like clockwork,

Like rain falling from clouds
A part of the whole
And everything
The master's head is a fool 
He's under control
He's under controlled

Fractals are infinite

Make up for what you can't see

Bomb the fucks who disagree

With one another

Each time a man

Slights his brother

And I believed 
I believed in you, Father

But faith was precarious
Like love turned to poison
on my lips

And what ever does enthrall a man

He will somehow understand
In time
Like me,
Growing older
Years pass

And they don't get worse

What happened to the love
That used to drive me?
You gave me salt to quench my thirst
I don't ask for much
But I need something first

But I know, I know
I can't borrow what I owe
And if there is no other way

Take me someplace far away
 I won't hide my head this time

A man without regret has already died