Enough.

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ god.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.) -Michael Ament

Suffocate.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

I wish I didn’t have to give you up.

Burn for me.

Habitual since 16.

My first was at 10.

No fucking clue, how am I not already dead?

God granted chemicals wracking my brain.

Flem thick.

Throat sore.

Eyes black and white like film noir.

So addicting to the point of adoration.

Throw them away, but never can I erase them.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

Your love is like a gun.

Burn for me.

So much wealth, lost to fire.

Ask myself, what is my desire?

No fucking clue, not a glimmer of hope.

More beautiful than lustrous dope.

Pale and sick.

Acrid rope.

Smelling of blood and tar.

Took it long, took it hard.

Sucked it gone, took it too far.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

The juice is not worth the squeeze.

Burn for me.

Waging war with my anxiety.

Waging war with my bones.

Waging war with crawling skin.

Waging war and wishing I was stoned.

Devil’s dick.

Trying to cope.

Metric ton of bricks.

Getting hit by a car.

The pain is only temporary, but it’s shadow leaves a scar.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll say this only once..

It was never all that fun…

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Smoke. -Michael Ament

Quote.

Most things in life are inconsequential.

The worst thing you could do to yourself is have expectations.

You lose the ability to compartmentalize and you end up hating and being inconvenienced by every little thing.

Life is too short.

We’re all going to die, we’re all eventually are going to be forgotten, everything we build, everything we destroy, will be met with an equal opposite force and be put back in it’s place.

I realized this not long after I became an adult.

I threw away my dreams, my ambitions, my desires, my ego, my expectations of myself and others.

Ever since I’ve been living in spite of it all.

Living for the present day.

Living for comfort.

Living for love.

Living for the small fortunes bestowed upon us by this glorious world.

This glorious creation of God.

Now..

I live for peace.

I’m manifesting memories and happiness.

That’s all I’ll ever want or need. -Michael Ament

Sweet.

What has become more of a habit than a necessity.

Like needles in my fingertips and a pit in my stomach.

Must consume.

Must stimulate.

Must survive.

Alienate empathy.

Regurgitation identity.

Liar’s hiccups.

Exposure.

Guitar pickups.

Sound wave closure.

Sentiment erosion.

I can no longer hold her down.

But the beast is a reminder, the heat a confider, it all comes crumbling around; the fruit ashes to the taste.

Give it to me, give it all; I’ll take a mile.

Run away, run away now; like a child.

Another tattoo, feel the pain of permanence and smile.

Walk the avenue; innocent and beguiled.

The tea is sweet enough.

Are you coming down?

Coming down again?

Tunnel vision, day after sickness.

Can you not be away from me for long?

Oaken barrel and warming bitters, swollen veins and glitter, did the dragon get away this time?

Did the distance make you feel bigger?

Daggers.

Staring.

Pleading.

Bleeding.

From a height of ecstasy.. leading me.. to her.. cavern of tribulation.

A treasure of lithium found.

A host of compositions abound.

Must remember to write them down.

All that I could hear is fear.

Oh, give it to me, give it all; I’ll take a mile.

Run away, run away now; like a child.

Another tattoo, feel the pain of permanence and smile.

Walk the avenue; innocent and beguiled.

The tea is sweet enough.

What has become more of a habit than a necessity.

Like needles in my fingertips and a pit in my stomach.

Consume.

Stimulate.

Survive.

Alienate empathy.

The tea is sweet enough.

I can no longer hold her down.

But the beast is a reminder, the heat a confider, it all comes crumbling around; the fruit ashes to the taste.

The tea is sweet enough. –Michael Kabu Ament

Statue: Melancholy by Albert Gyorgy