Mechanical Savior

This I’m speaking to you

I’ve not caged any regret

My silence has been jaded

But, I will not keep quiet

The chilling voice of the grave whispers to me

I know not when

But you, with your bartender’s patience

Considers my plight of mortality

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This sacred palace of solace

This grinding mill of regret

A man’s heart shall never be decided upon

When at last he is at peace

The skeletons fall from his closet

For all the love a woman might see

His eyes mask the hardness and hatred

Of failings not confessed and truths never told

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Although I find purpose in a dark room

It is to hide these bloodshot eyes

I’ve found peace in the lightning storm

Swing the metal barb above my head

I’m lucky, bartender

But, I’m empty on the inside

As this reaper-man inches closer

I do not find myself at ease

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I had a family once

But, business is business

So I drove them to slit wrists and methamphetamines

I had a good life I couldn’t risk losing

But, there is no remembrance of former things

Nor will there be any rememberance

Of later things yet to be

Among these who are to come

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Another face in the crowd, bartender,

That youthful phobia has finally worn thin

And I’ve resolved to be swallowed by the sea of man

I’ll admit that I was bred to compete with Descartes

But now I can’t compete with suicide

That’s not to say I haven’t tried

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And I can say I’ve ever seen a skull

But mine has a jackhammer in it

I’m old, but I like to think I’m too far gone

I’m sweating blood now, bar keep

I fear my time is nearly here

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I hear you have a cure for hiccups

I’ll thank you if you did the same for me

I’ll work with this screwdriver

If you’ll pound the hammer

And together we shall create independence