Beasts

Bastion of beasts heed my call
All things base are not banal
To suck the wind and gnaw the tide
Is not enough to stay alive
So remind me why I’m here again?
I hate the old Ohio wind
It kills you when it’s coming in
It kills you pending giving in
Don’t I know, its residue collects in my bones
It’s marrow curdling, it singes my toes in my sleep
But son, even if you stay
You know nothing would stay the same way
And if there’s any other way
Could we try that one instead of this one?
So if God’s own and only kid
Showed up and wound up dead
What’s that say about all of this?
You could raise all my dead friends
In hopes I would notice
Just some means to a dead end
Just some means as an average
You could praise 'til your heart bends
And still not quite get it
Just some means to a dead end
Just some means as an average
Are we together alone?
Are we alone and together?
Are together alone?
Are we alone and together?
I stayed in my room all day
Mustering some meager praise
They say a thing don’t fit its phrase
It’s symptomatic of this place