Roadkill
I can tell you a whole lot of stories
About what I’ve done and where I’ve been
Who I’ve met and loved or hated
But I still dontthink you’d know
Much about me at all.
Instead I’d like to share
The darkest pits of my existence
The fear and the anger and sadness
The impossible quest for just a little bit of peace
The way my head spins with different perspectives
The self-doubt, the longing for something I can’t name
My craving for pain and suffering
My disappointment and dissatisfaction for this life
And what its turned out to be
My confusion– is it so beautiful that its hideous? Or the other way around?
And what really matters, anyway?
Do I matter? Am I important?
Or am I just another piece of shit by the side of the road
Surrounded by flies who pick at my flesh
And consume my soul
Until there is nothing left
