Landscaping from Heuristics by David Daniel Parker

Counting off the killers, that can cross me off their list
I'll save them all the trouble, with this weapon in my fist
It's my doubt, sharpened like a blade
Give it one swift scissor at the bottom of my heart
Let it drain out empty like it was at the start
It's all a cycle, spinning like a blade
We're like grass under a mower
We all go away

You say that I don't have to die
I have a hard time believing that
I am paralyzed by fear
And a lot more fact

Planning of the funeral that never should occur
But let's say that it does, why the hell would I ask her
To do my eulogy?
Aren't we all dying at a slow and steady pace?
What's the point of living if tomorrow is a waste,
Unless we're changing?
Sometimes I need a hug at the end of the day
Sometimes I just want someone to tell me I'm okay
Or that I'm gonna be
Even if you lie tell me I'm gonna be

Do you ever look at someone and pretend you never knew
The half of who they are
And tell them they're enough for you
Grit your teeth and say it till you both believe it

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