i'm not alone in this delima
i hear the voices scream
in the distance, a howl
of cries form in the distance
over the trees of a forest.
the moon shines silver rays
that reflect on the pool
waves, smiling on her face,
if only this could be forever
but i knew then and there
it'd end terrible, the
final draft of our tale
would be one that will
kill me more ways than one.
i can't keep a dame worth a damn
but that doesn't keep me down
any longer; no this addiction
to finding a way to feel okay
is what has kept me holding
back at finding away to making
this day the best, better than
yesterday- but she'll see something
in another man that reminds
her of me; you'll feel weak, your knees
she'll want to drop to cos of the pain
her heart will pump out through her veins.
and a remembrance of bad thoughts
will soar through her head, behind
her eyes she will feel the blood
pump with jealousy, with envious temptation
and if she caves, if she gives in
then i got a chance at happiness
again; cause it's just me here
in the darkness of light, the shadows
is where i claim a home to make today.
i had plans for both of us but she made sure
they never became anything but some fictitious
fantasy of mine; almost as if bliss will be
that forever, for me anyway- just a dream
a tale i tell in songs and pose, prose a theme
of tragedy as if i dictate it long enough, this time
it will be something of truth, some true blue
sort of luck- and i will awake to her
breathing soundly, snoring softly as she breathes
in the air- as if it too much to bare for her lungs.
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