Sam-Is-God

Somewhere between the pits of suicide and relapse is where my father resides Between a bottle and a noose is the place my father's built his castle. He owns this place, he is king of the broken and the dead He sips the Everclear waters from a chalice made of plastic It's not hard to find him there It's not hard to follow him to his booze soaked palace Somewhere in the valley of fear and blood I have found a girl I can see her struggle between despair and salvation She has claimed this hell in the name of self destruction She bites the flesh in order to witness rivers run red It's not hard to find her here It's not hard to follow her down her

You call me the epitome of evil, the center and heart of all sin, but you could just as easily be here. You call it self idolizing, you say it’s a false sense of godliness, that I’m selfish and that I value my life beyond all others. But in reality, it’s abandonment, you have neglected me and so many others. You claim fathership over all, if so, then you are the same as the other alcoholics who went out for a pack of cigarettes and never returned home. Leaving the children to wander aimlessly crying out for a man who had no intention of answering their dying prayers. The only crime I have committed is that you simply didn&rs

My dad used to love to read. Now I find myself reading anything I can get my hands on, in fear of the day when I used to Love to read. He used to do a lot of things. He used to want to be a mathematics professor at a big university. He used to want rise far beyond the poverty stricken home he once resided. He used to be in love with so many things, My mom, the colors in the sky, the cycles of the leaves, he used to truly love his life. He used to have friends, but time has not only taken away his once brilliant mind, but it Has also reduced so many of the relationships he had with people into hollow shells. My dad used to think he was going

 She says you’re an alcoholic, too scared of falling apart to fix the world falling around you. I think it’s just your kryptonite, too weak to fix the falling world because you’re falling apart. She says you’re a flakey bastard, too lost in your own world to remember to show up for me. I think you’re out fighting crime, making our world a safer place for everyone so they can show up for their daughters too. She says that you’re a quitter, giving up on your aspirations, her, and everyone else but me. I think that before a hero is cast, they must first give up on everything familiar to be

     The darkness enveloped the room like a blanket and threatened suffocation, but despite this fact the room was rather soothing to me. The closeness of the four walls didn’t feel claustrophobic, but instead seemed to offer protection. Having spent so many years kept away at arms length, the walls first induced stress, but over time they began to grow familiar drudging up comforting memories of times before this god forsaken industry. I could understand how maybe these conditions would seem like a punishment to some others who have been raised by and for the industry, never going a moment without having a camera or a pair of eyes targ

"Enjoy them now! These are your golden years!" "Best four years of your life!" "It doesn't get much better than this, kid! Gotta love bein' young and living without fears!" Well fuck. If that's the case then shoot me. I don't want to ever want to grow up and look back at this and think "Gee! If only I could turn back and relive those countless hours of relentless self doubt!" Just thinking that this shit is the best it's ever going to get is enough to make my heart sink.

My religion does not offer an all loving being who gracefully looks upon those who do right. Nor does it promise that your prayers will bring you a sparkling white light. My religion tells you that an Eden full of love and vacant of hate is a mere fairy tale. It goes on to declare that for the evil there is no well deserved eternal jail. My religion refuses to allow my mind to forget of the impending end. My religion keeps me counting the seconds and pulling the hands on the clock to see if they'll bend. My religion leaves me bitter and cold. My religion does not give me the peace of having me do as I'm told. But my religion allows me to tr

The air outside is bitter and cold, the kind that sticks to your lungs each time you inhale. What am I even doing here? Who the hell goes for a stroll during the dead of night in this city? Idiots and criminals, so I must be the former. Above me I see clouds moving over the clear sky. The moon casting a silver reflection against the edges made the black underbelly of the clouds appear deeper and more dramatic. The moon drew in her last breath before they took her place and left me wondering the street in the dark. The blackness is so thick and intruding, I'm beginning to think I might be gasping in more of it than the air my body so craves.

They're always so busy, always spinning, always screaming, and crying They never get to feel the peace they so crave to fill their bleeding hearts. Honestly, it makes me exhausted to see them run around for the things they love buying. Humans are dim little animals who make pretty goods to forget how ugly they really are. I pity the sad bastards, desiring happiness so much but have not a clue how to obtain it. They spin around in laps never doing what brings joy to themselves or others, Instead they follow a daily list of chores because they're too afraid to use wit. I have a sense of myself, humans just run in constant distress never findin

At first it starts out as an insignificant bump, But that funny little bulge continued to swell. And that was the beginning of you, a dumb little lump. On the day of your arrival there were so many eager faces Ecstatic to see you, though you were kind of a funny looking chump. From that moment your body grew and grew Later you ran into every piece of furniture and every single wall. You learned how to make friends, such an effortless simple task! You'd yearn for age, from afar you admired the beautiful teens. You felt gawky and small. The world was such a big place! And to explore such a place you had to be big! For now it was best to take