Waiting on Karma

 


Waiting on Karma
 
Theres a fine distincion between the me of now, the me of then, and the me of tommorow
A fine, fine line, threaded through confussion, and paranoia, creating a heavy coat of fear.
It just weighs me down,
and as it weighs me down, I wait as I stroll the road I'm on.
I know that hand is commin' for me eventually.
The one that pushes you back down,
and rubs your nose in s**t, so you don't forget, what you are,
and what you cannot seem to get away from,
karma will come for me, she always does.
She skulks in the background when you think you have won,
and trips you durring your victory dance.
She whispers in your ear, sweet things,
with gun cocked and loaded at your temple
And, as always, i will let her come for me,
because deep, deep down.

I think I like the pain…..