Rudolph

They say the ones that didn’t stay
were the fake ones
But I can’t help but think
Maybe there was genuinity
In that love in that connection
Like a spark electric and sharp
You can’t deny what was real
Until the bugs eat you up
When you open your mouth
and they crawl in
the black void ripping out
the chords in your throat
Till your voice grows hoarse
Numb rough and raspy
Sitting there crying for mommy
Sitting there wondering
why the fuck couldn’t things
have been different
Why the fuck couldn’t they’ve stayed
Stay with me and hold my hand
One sided nature
God telling me I’m dumb
tip of your finger
Touching the tip of your nose
Rudolph glows
Rudolph shine the way
But nobody can love
The red shine of my woes
Cause where I’m stepping
The ground crumbles down beneath
So deep down the sinkhole
where light can never go

· depression, misanthropy