smoke & mirrors

it's hard to see the lights through all the fog
nobody ever mentioned that id have to squint my eyes the entire way to heaven
but it is what it is
so hard to give up the things that have become such a big part of me
have to relinquish the evil spirits
let the old me die
and fade away into the darkness they call the night
i am a daywalker now
walking barefoot on a path full of broken glass
pieces of mirrors, hennessy bottles, and hypodermic needles
pill boxes full of tiny white, blue, and orange pills
oh my heart be still
silence is golden
as is kharma
but slient kharma will kill a man
which makes it platinum with black diamond baguettes
let us rid them of their deception sticks
and their balls full of lies
give them pacifiers and coddle them like the babies they prove themselves to be
a man is only a reflection of his circumstances
but choice is always an option
being a good guy is so much harder than being a bad guy
therefore only a few take that road
its too hard they cry
had your heart broken too many times
well multiply it by a thousand and you still couldn't understand the pain endured by the rib who carried an entire body, mind, and soul in her uterus for nine months and counting
only for you to leave her
mentally, physically, and emotionally
for you to give her diseases
and resonate how worthless she is in your plight
no longer will she fight
letting go of hope
to faith, i stay holding on tight