When I seen the future lowering us down
into the ground, I stopped and forced my frown
to turn into a smile. All the things
we did sure could have had us deep down
in the ground way before God begun
to detail our execution. All the times I sung
for love; for joy; for hope; for romance;
just doesn't caught it. Even if I coulda sung
from cradle to grave, I couldn't even begin
to detail or explain the gratitude I was given.
Even if at times I seem so far gone, that distance
is closer to me than inches; cruel and slow dances
are the only tempo I know well. Enough is enough,
I moaned as I mourned for another day's passing.
The horizon all red with fire as the sun descends
into the mouth of the future, the moon remains
in the sky, reflecting our day's errors in immense
detail. Charcoal Grey reminds me of the innocence
I had lost before I overdosed, before once
wasn't the only time it happened. Now I'm fiercer
than I've been in a long time, but it's my skin
that's thickened. Since I met her, since she sunk
her teeth in, my flesh was forced to evolve, turn
into leather. Now nobody's wishes will find in
me a home, even if she was liquid heroin,
I'd turn my back on her requests, her demands.
Fore with the days I have left, I remain
true to the vows I gave the dying day, the ocean's
wave's as they rescinded to once they began.
So much err, so many tribulations, the only thing
I can do from here on in is try my best to maintain
a smile; to gain credit from merit as I try to balance
the scales; to hold of karma's kiss of death, even
just one night more, one night longer, and until the evening
when it fades to credits, I'll do my best to love earnestly.
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