Me and God Are Your Master

 

I’m a broken shell,

A bag of bones walking

The ghost of doubt right behind stalking

I’m a paper cut

That unexpected burn

Pure stomach acid with nothing to churn

I’m the dull ache tooth

Without the Novocain

Life’s moments lost looking for the blame

I’m five AM

In the dead of winter

Under the finger nail a nice long splinter

I’m the graveyard shift

Black circles under the eyes

Cold steel knife in the back’s alarming surprise

I’m wasted talent

Burned up youth

I’m looking dead in the eye of the truth

I’m the grey hair

That doesn’t care

I’m the gritting teeth of despair

I’m black coal soot

Simply put

I’m gangrene starting in your foot

I’m hopes and dreams

Drying up,

I’m no more wine left in your cup

I’m rotten meat

We never got to eat

I’ll flip you fucker right out of your seat

I’ll get my hooks in

I’ll pour the salt in

I’ll make you feel you never got to begin

I’ll rip your heart out

Like nuclear fall out

Like a child for his mother you will call out.

I AM TIME

And you can’t stop me

I keep a creeping  

Up upon thee

I don’t care if you’re a millionaire

Donald Trump or Fred Astaire

I’m right on you

Like stink on shit

And I’m waiting for your heart to quit

So if you have any heart

Give me respect

Take my hand

And with me

Make your life erect

And if you have no guts

I’ll burn you all the faster

Remember it’s me and God

That are your master

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