Between Filth and Faith Lies Life

every morning when i wake up
i look to the sky and
begin to cry,
for i am still alive.
I have such a disgust you see
for you, for the world, and for me.
everytime i think theres hope
one of us fucks it up, no joke.
were all hopeless dont you know
for we cant seem to just take it slow
busy with this busy with that,
we are ball players and the world is our bat.
beating and destroying our very home
trying to survive in a world i cant condone.
with cynical desires to become our own
we ruin relationships that once were known
and held as a most valued treasure
now thrown away with nothing to measure.
If this life is meant to feed our pleasure,
why is it that we stay hurt forever?
every morning when i wake up
i look to the sky and
begin to cry,
for i am still alive.