meaning

now the meaning of this may not quite make sense
i wish it would, but it can't and i'm still jabbering on this typewriter
think about it and you will see the power of the spoken word
for fame denounces power and wishes it well on its way to junkies

the word of junkies makes damn well sense than you do right now
the commotion of your bloody knuckles, the pinkie finger in the air
don't hide from what you know, expect the worse
for we all follow through, in the night, in thy blood

we drink thy blood, the wine, in mass amounts and it turns to rum
rum away, run away, just go, leave me here with frightened thoughts and memories
how do you feel? tomorrow today? i feel empty without you
thoughts loss, fuel burning in my heart, can these beats slow down or am i stuck?

love struck, i wish i never met you, love sick, sick of it all
crusaders burst through the door we never mentioned before
where will it fall and when will it crack? for answers we're at a loss
they call me idiot and faggot and i respect that, for such harsh tongue

i prefer idiot, maybe not faggot, but idiot works
i can run up the stairs of a 14 foot house and still lose my breath
cigarettes a la rum
i heave and drink both at the same circumstance

there is a house but no home, only wash dishes and vacuum and mop
a dread in the household of many
and i speak these words, worse than before, in your love,, your kiss, the one i told you about
it meant so much to me and now i fall, fall, back into the abyss i only know

no storyline, no plot, just memoirs and true feeling
nothing fake about anything, even though it sounds so
i love him and her, but more so her, she guides and i love
break this riddle and search for days

if you find me, i will tell
will i?
thus will?
i miss you and everything about you

set me free and i'll pay you in love
nothing else
just pure
substantial, everlasting love

are you okay?