ALL THE SAME * * * * *

All The Same

When I think about it,

you're really not lyin’.

Just another bailout,

I promise I’ll stop cryin’.

Only to hold-dead, around it;

but I’m not buyin’.

Cuz you don’t, 

don’t really mean it…

I've always held my hopes too high,

in this very sky.

Where they’ve always fell.

Into an endless joke;

Soaking up all their laughter.

And when I bend, it bends,

to, with it’s constant deafening arguments.

It’s torture, found peering;

gearing up, for yet another war.

Inside, where I cry so hopelessly,

It lays, so continuous.

Strengthened. 

Drug addicted, depicted,

picked from, eaten for;

your pleasure.

It eats away at the very foundations;

concretes of my humanness.

Hands choking, another lesser heart, boring.

Bound, biding, taught, giggling,

and yes, I still don‘t believe you.

Your surreptitiously, surrendering.

What you had in-store for me, couldn’t wait.

On the tip of my finger. 

In our countless conversations, misheard,

in this very head you played with;

just words.

What I didn't eat, I've eaten just now.

In this very conversation, I dealt with.

To hide, to fib, to just dropkick

your sorry a*s.

And every God damn smile, was yes, another trick;

to just wait awhile.

Phobic, my passion was sick,

just twisted.

So big you’d cough up your lungs

choking on it.

I've learned, that you haven’t read.

So obvious you were, so predictable.

In action, what you didn’t find,

What I never said, was...

...rewind.

The guy, the a*s, remember the deceit..?

Remember that jock on 95th street..?

Yeah he had me, busting, thrusting for another gasp of air.

All you could give me was it’s pleasure, raw, bare.

So sexy, I played out, yet another boy;

with all my f****n' decoy.

So you can keep the lies, keep the betrayal, keep the blame.

Because in truth, baby;

were all the same. 

All The Same

Written By; Joshua Randall

Session IV: Eventually