Pickling Beets

I’m just dead and so sorrowful inside It feels like no one cares I feel this way I’m full of dread and God’s merciful humility soaks away my pride The feels of his absence — I feel today My brother is nearly dead in the streets It’s my fault it feels like deep down and the thoughts repeat itself Now, I’m with my mother, pickling beets I was in Satan’s occult until I noticed God’s light amongst myself Dreamt of daisies in the wind against your soul’s mesmerizing music, Pickling beets in the best way possible…beating with your heartbeat as it bleeds out, it soaks and about It drowns me and stains me with beet juice and it’s so therapeutic Tickling my taste buds, making it impossible to resist and the heat is getting higher without a doubt I’m just ahead of the game somehow I’m dealing with these emotions again I’m cooling off the flames of my mind’s aching and breaking solitude anyhow God, steal away this shame and tell me how he’s been… My brother is nearly dead in the streets It’s my fault it feels like deep down and the thoughts repeat itself Now, I’m with my mother, pickling beets I was in Satan’s occult until I noticed God’s light amongst myself Dreamt of daisies in the wind against your soul’s mesmerizing music, Pickling beets in the best way possible…beating with your heartbeat as it bleeds out, it soaks and about It drowns me and stains me with beet juice and it’s so therapeutic Tickling my taste buds, making it impossible to resist and the heat is getting higher without a doubt I can feel his blood drip against my own I can feel his lonesome heart beat alone I can try to steal away his pain and stain him with happiness and satisfaction…it’s my intention to see him happier once more, once more I can cry away his tears of tension and drain away his fears of apprehension…it’s my decision to experience his highs and lows to the core Pickling beets to the rhythm of his hopeless heart Pickling beets to the numbness that tore me apart Pickling beets as my friendships break in shallow rivers Stain me with his beet juice of uncanny, agonizing oceans Let me hop the train of your mindset full of regretful shivers Refrain from making me feel so many lamentable emotions Pickling beets and jarring them with my mother… thank God it made me Thank God it made me glad And thank God it made my gladness happier Thank God it made me feel happier my father Missing my brother so much…missing my brother…missing him unlike any other…