Decisions Like This Come About Once In A Lifetime Poem by Christopher's Dead

Decide
The outcome of lives,
The product of disgrace and lying for yourself,
It’s just a tear in the ocean finding its
Way home,
A stifling memory that’s burning, it’s whole
Meaning of subsistence to coerce the minds
Of childlike desecration,
Remind,
Every hope that they had
For sincere loving, blinded by suspicion,
Who’s to come to save these souls here?

To find a face that you can look into the eyes
Of truth and know that everything will be alright,
Well where’s it gone, how am I suppose to tell my love
That she can be anything she wants,
When living becomes a chore,
And she sees my wrists bleeding out the way
To know, that nothing will be alright until
Love can take its course back to me.

Benign,
The crisis of our lives,
The cynical position that we put ourselves into,
Is it just to keep dying standing
On a
Heart that broke so many times, no one can see anymore,
Everything befalls blackened humor,
Calling out names that cannot be saved now,
Rewind
The fabric of time,
It means nothing, will the voice of God be heard someday,
How in our right minds did we think we could live this way?

What am I, who are you?
Someone that I thought I once knew.
Ring the bells, breathe a sigh,
Did you hear about the funeral tonight?
Requite, so decent
Don’t you know it can not exist?
To intermediately survive
Is how I feel, you’re killing me, sin trite.