Immortal Jellyfish #22

Immortal Jellyfish #22

It is the words of hurt that you cherish,
they have become like your children,
feeding and clothing them.

Inside them you place your hopes and dreams
and the nightmare of an irrational person,
you have become such a hard sell.

Your scars you have turned into ribbons and badges,
that scar above your right eye
where the beer bottle cut you.

It is always a fight or a fuck for you,
there are no more empty spaces inside your heart,
no room to fit a Buddha or a baby Jesus.

Certainly no room for me inside that dark place,
it takes big shoulders to hold up such a weight,
a world of that refuses to accept reality.

You want things to be made easy for you,
easier than in the movies,
big piles of money that you hide in books and stack in the corner.

They come around you barking like dogs,
drinking the milk that you pour into little bowls,
you pet them of the head and call them hope and belief.