Bright Futures

If I could give up the drugs, I'd probably forget the guns as well.
Buy a house. Trick a wife.
You know...the other American things.
I could lose myself through a TV.
Oh and lie, lie, lie.
And preach against each and every one of them.
I could figure it all out...only to shed it all away. Shit, I bet the paperwork for divorce is daunting...maybe I'd stick it out....for the kids.
How about a job? Everyone seems fulfilled with their work right? Definitely.
And love? Yeah, that's not the same as marriage, you know?
I could find love. Wait, I think love could fall under that whole "lie,lie, lie" plan.
Lust? Check.
Pain? Plenty of that.
Hope? What?
God? Don't insult me...

Dreams? Your dreams teach you how capable you are of the most beautiful, intricate, and decimating lies.
We hate being lied to because we can't cope with the fact that there is no truth.
That every word is so slowly dipped in sugar, crushed through it. And served by someone who thinks they care.
So what do we do? How do you make it through? What makes the morning worth every night's pain?
You know the feeling. All alone. Mind racing. Every beautiful second dead flashing through your mind.
Sometimes you can even taste it.
Ever seen a good ending to a night like that?
How about a good ending at all?
I certainly don't offer you one here.