I Lost My Religion

I lost my religion
Somewhere in between my childhood friend passing
And the death of everything I thought I knew.
I lost my religion
When someone who had my trust
Wished death upon me and told me to give up.
I lost my religion
As I grew older
And realized I had the weight of the world on my shoulders the size of a boulder.
I lost my religion.
Slowly but surely.
I lost my religion
Because I got a taste of the real world entirely too early.
It wasn't just a taste though.
It was more like being force fed all of the foods I despise,
All at once.
Brussels sprouts and lima beans representing pain and agony,
And I can only eat so much of the shit before it makes me sick.
I can't take anymore.
I'm full now.
Filled with sorrow.
Some would argue I'm a lost soul,
But I don't really believe I have one of those.
I am simply lost.
And to be honest, I just want to talk to God
So I can ask Him why
I lost my religion.

My Drug

The beats that you blast
Make you feel like a Catholic at Mass,
Or a person addicted to crack.
Rehab, then relapse.
Recover, fall Back.
The highs make you feel better,
But they never last.
Hold on tight, try not to lose grasp.
This trip to no where may take off fast.
Lost in the treble clef, words, and the staffs.
No pain when shit hits, numb to each thrash.
Turn it up all the way to drown out the past.
The only thing that’s always been there.
Nothing else has.