Unfiltered

10 lit tips…nicotine burns my lips…eyes blood red, voice deep and thick…voice rough and dark, eyes matching the embers’ spark…

Got no filter on this cigarette, cancer as the bayonet—time makes deadly this game of roulette…

But I think that just living is, in its own right, a bet.  The culmination of one’s life—all the fruit of one’s sweat—can all boil down to a single regret…or maybe a string if you’ve gotten your feet wet…

Why, oh why did you have to go around and mess with it?!  This stupid silly little thing called happiness…

Never again will I trust someone else with it…

This life is mine and don’t you dare forget it…that I invited you to be a part of it…so don’t go ‘round thinking that I owe you one bit…after all you ever did was just step on it…

I am independent and don’t you forget it…I have no idea what the hell is next…All I know is that you won’t be a part of it….hand over the time/energy you’ve taken, and I’ll decide what to do with what’s left of it.

Yep.  I’m calling you pathetic.  The strong should never use their strength to make others dependent…and you did that to her—took the truth and swiftly bent it…crawling back and apologizing just like you meant it…you’re a manipulator—sorry, I just call it like I see it.  And yeah it is my business…you made it mine through befriendment…

I tried to help…and maybe I could have tried harder…played your game—faked it.  But I’m not like you—how I act is how I feel it…

I’m sorry but I couldn’t pretend it…I care enough to fight and defend it…this thing called loyalty is more than just a word on a necklace pendant…I called you my family—and I damn well meant it.

You of little faith should know well that to believe it is to see it…and I do…I see the truth through the filters and fun house mirrors that distort and bend it…

What I believe is the truth…not the fearsome facade you’ve painted…you’re a frightened little boy—clinging tightly to this fictional security you’ve created…

You stupid, silly little boy…

True fearlessness does not come from oppressing and controlling the world around you—it lies within the knowledge that no matter how the scene changes, you can adjust inside and still be okay with it.  I am fearless—you only feign it.  I will speak my mind and act my heart because I have the strength to do it.  And I trust my God and my sword to keep at bay those who would wish me to regret it.  I fear nothing—least of all your half-hearted and shallow threats…so put your goddamn toy away before you get hurt with it…

You’re damn right I’m gonna fight…

I am free—and I won’t forfeit it. 

I’ll see you on the battlefield…so be prepared for it…

‘Cause I’ve got no filter on this cigarette…I laugh at the sight of a bayonet…

Especially when there’s a silly, nervous, little boy holding it.

Yeah…physically you might be bigger and stronger than me and the rest…

But at heart…well…you might just want to toddle back to your mother’s breast…

Because as the bumper sticker says, “God’s coming…and She’s PISSED!”