God Is In The Fuck

like a hurricane cutting through this mess
with truth and swells of ambiguous notions of love
turned on it's hinge again by the destruction of this drug
that has leached itself to my soul while i hide in the attic
of my mind

although, delicious in it's effervescent wonder
i lick it dry as i've tried to so many times
but the "fail" in your eyes is too hard to take
i wonder how long you would let your body break
before the end

strapped and tied into this machine as it rolls "ever onward"
like the soldier you were born to be in this mess of parentheses
to calculate and disarm the "fuck" in your heart
as if dreaming up a good answer to a hard question
would fix anything