- Sep 15, 2002
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Xmas sucks as it makes me write twisted things like this:
So Many Days
It is the moment of truth
An epiphany
When you realize there is love within the cold steel
You clench in your hand
Because you lost sight
Not blindness but something deeper
Something innate
Primal
Something God gave you and then took away
Maybe you took it from yourself
And put it on a shelf and forgot
You forgot where you put it
There were so many days
Days when you were so cold
And you stood in the rain
You stood there naked
Shivering
Knowing that there was something
Going around and you secretly wished
You wished you would catch it
And the doctors and nurses would
Give you something to fill the hole
The hole that you only have
Yourself to blame for
So many days when the sun shone
Days when you smiled from within
And you stood there naked
Shivering
Knowing that there was beauty
Lost somewhere in the summer breeze
A wind that wrapped itself around you
And you prayed that the sun would never set on
Set on the hole
The hole that you only have
Yourself to blame for
So many days?
But not for long
For now you are happiness
Again lonely and naked
Clenching salvation in your weaker hand
Cold uncaring metal against
Your chest that used to pound at the sight
The sight of the missing parts
The parts that made you think that the world was right
So many days?
Unlike today
When freedom seems at last within your grasp
But is it happiness
Is it freedom
Is it worth breathing your last gasp
For air gurgling with the blood of the only one
The only one you ever felt
Was an innocent
Did you pause
To look into the ice blue air
And see clouds form into funny little shapes and think
What a stupid little person
A person so caught up with beauty within
Within could ever make such a mess
Of a silly little life that means
Everything to nothing
Or did you hate
Hate thinking
Thinking that at least it isn?t indifference
That maybe by hating you would find love
Love that would at least care
Care that I would be around
So that you could bring me down
Down to where you were at
And I or someone or that something
Would find its way
It way back into your chest and
Commence to beating
Beating the Hell
Out of you until
Once again life
Would once again
And again
Make you face?
So many days
by: Me
So Many Days
It is the moment of truth
An epiphany
When you realize there is love within the cold steel
You clench in your hand
Because you lost sight
Not blindness but something deeper
Something innate
Primal
Something God gave you and then took away
Maybe you took it from yourself
And put it on a shelf and forgot
You forgot where you put it
There were so many days
Days when you were so cold
And you stood in the rain
You stood there naked
Shivering
Knowing that there was something
Going around and you secretly wished
You wished you would catch it
And the doctors and nurses would
Give you something to fill the hole
The hole that you only have
Yourself to blame for
So many days when the sun shone
Days when you smiled from within
And you stood there naked
Shivering
Knowing that there was beauty
Lost somewhere in the summer breeze
A wind that wrapped itself around you
And you prayed that the sun would never set on
Set on the hole
The hole that you only have
Yourself to blame for
So many days?
But not for long
For now you are happiness
Again lonely and naked
Clenching salvation in your weaker hand
Cold uncaring metal against
Your chest that used to pound at the sight
The sight of the missing parts
The parts that made you think that the world was right
So many days?
Unlike today
When freedom seems at last within your grasp
But is it happiness
Is it freedom
Is it worth breathing your last gasp
For air gurgling with the blood of the only one
The only one you ever felt
Was an innocent
Did you pause
To look into the ice blue air
And see clouds form into funny little shapes and think
What a stupid little person
A person so caught up with beauty within
Within could ever make such a mess
Of a silly little life that means
Everything to nothing
Or did you hate
Hate thinking
Thinking that at least it isn?t indifference
That maybe by hating you would find love
Love that would at least care
Care that I would be around
So that you could bring me down
Down to where you were at
And I or someone or that something
Would find its way
It way back into your chest and
Commence to beating
Beating the Hell
Out of you until
Once again life
Would once again
And again
Make you face?
So many days
by: Me