Hardbacks on Life

down by the sea,
where you drown your scars
you'll see and old man
drenched in the salt of the ages.

He'll sing you a song
of long suffering.
Names of sinners and saints
entangled within pretty lies.

He'll try to whisper
Ugly truths at you
while his face takes on
a malevolent glaze
bloods thicker than water,
people don't change their ways.

But his book is senile.
His heart hardened by the years.
Make sure you apprise
at the top of your lungs
the truths that you believe

fuck family,
family is who you chose
heritage is relative
and mothers kill their babies.

people don't change
and maybe
maybe he's right.


- unknown

(My friend has all this deep stuff and god knows where she get's it all from. But, oh well. I Love it)