I Haven't Been Very Kind to Life

I haven't been very kind to life, I have never found a kind word. Nor has he, never has he been too fond of me. Never a relationship to be, no common ground. it was a battlefield, blood soaked, each step another fallen man, ....was it? Is that man? Ripped flesh no longer a man, reminding man, he is no god, insides like pigs.

There's no goodbye, no hello. But you remember.

A feeling you can't put your finger on, can't understand. Maybe if you wanted to, but God knows you don't.

This a note to you and to me. A note to explain nothing. Everything was nothing, that's what drove the ending.

A beginning rigged from the start, a car crash we all saw coming. Please, don't act so surprised when you see the news, you knew, you saw.

Don't lay blame on anyone, no yourself, . Not the pills, nor the sadness, the sickness inside me.
I was one to pick up, eyes hungry with ambition, ideas coursing in a narcotic haze, the high falling, I've built my life on a graveyard of good intentions that starved, they died and lived in pieces. giving up was another part of me, another strain in my DNA.

It's my end, and time will soon be stable just as it was before my beginning. Remember my love, and my mistakes. Remember all of me. Every part. Please. I could never accept my faults, I only ask you do. Remember my whole. I love you all and all you have and ever will be.

I'll be in the soil and trees above you.

Natures whisper.

Nothing ever leaves this earth.