Never Enough

There is never enough
A joke to the world when held in a hand
Apprehension of life, what is the reason for creation
Qui pa so? Suicide, murderer, baby killer, button pusher
follow me to hell
Where you end up not wanting to leave
Open hand reveals dust
How hour glasses are partly full
Particles make up the time
Check list of life, fell in a bucket
Toss your card and draw a spade
Dig your grave
Dress it up
Mourning has become a parade
Leave some words for the worms
Who whisper for the birds
Watch them swoop in
those scavengers
to ravage the never enough
Killing is the thrill
and they get sick when they cant gripe
In the pitch black thunder
purple campfires smolder from lighting
The flesh of Phillip morris children are
sandwiched between silver corvettes and switch blades
How does the never enough taste