Like a drop of wine on my lips,
Sour, yet intoxicating at the same time.
There is no God for me to go to,
So I sit still by the pain and hope to survive.
I die in pain, I die alone,
I have come from nowhere, and nowhere I go…
My orphaned spirit is left on the rocks,
If there is no one by my side, then let it be so…
I have become what I hate.
The monster gripping around my neck
and shoving me around.
I have become what had despised,
now I am the one,
pushing others to the ground.
Never thought and never knew,
this is what I would come to,
ashamed and guilty to the core.
Ashamed and guity every minute,
I never wanted to admit it,
I am what I had been afraid of.
In the gorge of joblessness,
not a penny to my name,
I’ve got a barrel full of anger,
and the whole world to blame.
I’ve got an evil brain,
but a heart bigger than your mansions,
I continue with nothing,
surviving with a passion.
Separated in pain,
What I would give,
to have that inordinate reality back,
a merry-go-round, an empty bottle,
and a movie clip that fades to black,
and a shadow casts its presence over me,
a shadow so sick,
waddling with a bottle of whiskey.
a fuzzy shape that’s misty.
Curdles us both and eats us up,
While it’s quiet,
and spirits dance around me while I cry,
I hear so often in the night,
Death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.
It sings about the knot,
and the rope you use to tie it,
it sings about the freedom,
it knows that you are tired.
It sings about the buildings,
ones that stand up tall,
about the flight that comes with them,
about the moment when it ends it all.
I hear it’s silky undertone,
It’s begging me to try,
I’m in no two minds,
this was the last time I heard,
death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.
The devil is a lovely fellow,
He asked me for a dance,
I smiled and took his hand,
I knew this dance would be my last.
We danced our way through the old town,
through narrow streets and passersby,
through old building run down,
he spoke to me – his voice a silky lullaby.
He took me back to where we met,
He looked at me with glee,
He knew I felt no dread,
because he knew he’s taking me.
Summer was never this gloomy
Shadows follow me around,
I’m on the path to find peace,
But I’m pushed off of that ground.
I was supposed to drown in lavish nature,
In murky waters of lakes and ponds,
Bask in the yellow, all-seeing eye,
But instead, to my haven, I abscond.
Closer to my shrines of Buddha, Jesus, Shiva,
To my false sense of belonging,
Gods I’ve never believed in.
This summer and all summers before,
As well as all of mankind,
And this life that’s a chore,
I’m alive to the core,
But bloodless inside.
A clutch, a clench, a grip,
to a zip.
A scarce apprehension of what it was made of,
I knew it was about to be a lonely trip.
A train ride full of frowns of other guests,
they are on it for the same trip,
they clutch, they clench, they grip,
to a zip.
Eyes empty and a stiff upper lip,
keep all to yourself, don’t let a sound slip,
soon we will all be there, all going the same way,
see the children and the others look down as they pray.
It’s only getting faster, it’s picking up speed,
The murmurs getting louder as they look up to God,
We’re all in it too deep.
A crash and it’s over, no one made it alive,
we were all in it, but it was a short, lonely ride.
You and I,
Can we go back to July
and rewrite the stories of our lives?
Burn all the chapters,
because there’s no more meaning in those lies.
All the way from chapter one,
Watching all the ashes as they dry,
Dance around the bonfire while it’s done.
There’s no more past,
Just a wicked thought,
Laid long ago to rest.
This new book will last a century,
and a lifetime at its’ best.
Every morning is greeted with hollow dents
in the walls of my room and my marrow.
The emptiness with which the day is attended is inexcusable,
yet let it be better tomorrow.
It will arrive just like the days that came before
and the furniture will still stand unmoved,
the pillow next to me will still remain an excess
and I will still be trapped in solitude.
Immobile, at moments the spirit dances away into space
and I watch it go,
It joins all the other souls lost and they combine in a promenade.
They do it with grace…
And I remain paralyzed in the moment with anxiety,
And the silence vindicates and spreads through the sphere,