last time i told myself that it would be the last
but here i am again looking in the past
my memory so freely flees into the breeze
the instant that the moment passes before me
i can’t explain my inability to see
from the perspective granting objectivity
much like a cognitive bias against the self
in which my own best interests have been shot to hell
what makes it worse is everyone else seems to know
so quick to remind me wherever i may go
when all is said and done they say “i told you so”
as though their words are something to have been bestowed
well i suppose they may have something of a point
i’m still compelled to thusly disconnect their joints
the only thing that’s worse than chronic fucking up
is hearing it regaled by someone acting smug
you’d think that this alone would solve things without fail
but i am human; ever prone to get derailed
and for this very reason i am bound to kill
when comes a cocky bastard telling me to chill
which would explain the growing pile in my back yard
composed of corpses of those lacking such regard
take my advice when someone states they’ve had enough
that’s not the time to try and call them on their bluff
nor is it prudent to act disingenuous
nor to allude to any breaching of one’s trust
i’m not just preaching some type of friendly heads up
if you keep reaching, your demise will prove abrupt
of course, you’re free to take this any way you want
just don’t act so surprised when i do as i am wont
in case you missed it that’s the wonton reverie
of your destruction since you chose to fuck with me
“If You Like Leonard Cohen & Tom Waits, You Will Love Scutty Lee.”
Scutty Lee is a beautiful man. He is a dear friend of mine. His talents are boundless. Please take a moment to check out his incredible music. I promise you will be glad you did.
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Dark Volition
shelter from this life of consequence surrendered
bedlam breathing dusk into the repetitious eye
poisoned by apologists remiss in their submission
willful condemnation bleeding patience running dry
solitude now falls on beds of untread indignation
settled into sediment beset by endless ire
spent in exile inauspicious, brazenly appointed
by ears abating airs embellished in untended fire
hellish masochism pulling anchor free from mooring
ochre skies of rancor shedding fools who never tire
hailing from the advent of the spreading plague of ingress
hell-bent on a hegemony held on headless spire
a voice proclaiming every thought’s unspoken circumspection
evasively as broken vigilantes yet conspire
to vindicate cold execution through lucid delusion
the boldest death behest of sordid souls long since bemired


