The Argument For Death

Swirling about are the loved ones And the guy next in line And your tiny congregation Of friends. That one face you put on It may have different expressions, But just one face. The you that puts it on Is so different. It's the scared child Hiding behind the recliner When your ears bleed And your dad screams drunkenness. The you that puts on that one face Is the teenager who takes that first hit of pot Because your friend Jeff said so. The you that scrapes up the courage To put on that face is the beer dude At the sports bar, farting and belching just to be heard. Keeping your masterbatory fantasies to yourself. And as your skin becomes drier The you that frames that face for everyone, Is the young groom, walking down the aisle to a mistake That only you can't see. The ever widening man boy who gave some sperm In exchange for a child you could never live as much As they need to be loved. And you see that face with bags of baggage under those eyes Look back at you in the mirror every morning and you stare And wait for the visage to change, but it won't. It can't. That face that laugh's on time for your worst best friend's joke Is in front of the brain that is addicted to suffering and pain. It's fond of taking the good and crumpling it up until It is bad, over and over again. So it is for that face and that brain and that ever self Torturing soul, that we say death is not for the gloomy rain, But to wash away our sin of trying to be just a bit happy.