(Or Bi-Polar Disorder)
I. Depressive phase-
I love you for your kindness first,
then for the peace in your eyes.
How could anyone as sure as you
not be the one sent to save me?
But save me from what?
From doubt? From myself?
You are God’s gift to me yet
I can't help it sometimes
I picture myself ten years down
the line with you not caring
and me destitute and homeless,
living on the streets, alone.
*When the transition comes
I see it come and embrace it,
picking up speed it screams over me
like a snow white avalanche,
a huge chemical ****** in my brain
that cannot be stopped.*
II. Manic phase-
Here I like to entertain myself
with vain fantasies of sainthood.
I’m standing and waving
to the faithful in Piazza San Pietro,
doing what’s necessary to secure
my martyr’s destiny in the after life
where I’ll have a place of honor
in the great hall of God, and through
a window in the floor I’ll be able
to see my mourners
filing past my gaudy reliquary,
crossing themselves as they gaze through
the philatory glass at the peaceful repose
of my sequin studded bones.
*I have come to understand that
this matter may never be settled.
I’d truly give anything for you
to have power enough to hold me
in the middle, to hold me in
the purple fog nothingness
but I believe it tires you
to prop up a puppet all day.
You’d rather love me in each moment
which is the truest love there is
and that makes me the luckiest
man on the face of the Earth.*
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
(Or Bi-Polar Disorder)
I. Depressive phase-
I love you for your kindness first,
then for the peace in your eyes.
How could anyone as sure as you
not be the one sent to save me?
But save me from what?
From doubt? From myself?
You are God’s gift to me yet
I can't help it sometimes
I picture myself ten years down
the line with you not caring
and me destitute and homeless,
living on the streets, alone.
*When the transition comes
I see it come and embrace it,
picking up speed it screams over me
like a snow white avalanche,
a huge chemical ****** in my brain
that cannot be stopped.*
II. Manic phase-
Here I like to entertain myself
with vain fantasies of sainthood.
I’m standing and waving
to the faithful in Piazza San Pietro,
doing what’s necessary to secure
my martyr’s destiny in the after life
where I’ll have a place of honor
in the great hall of God, and through
a window in the floor I’ll be able
to see my mourners
filing past my gaudy reliquary,
crossing themselves as they gaze through
the philatory glass at the peaceful repose
of my sequin studded bones.
*I have come to understand that
this matter may never be settled.
I’d truly give anything for you
to have power enough to hold me
in the middle, to hold me in
the purple fog nothingness
but I believe it tires you
to prop up a puppet all day.
You’d rather love me in each moment
which is the truest love there is
and that makes me the luckiest
man on the face of the Earth.*
Piazza San Pietro = St Peter's Square, the Vatican
Reliquary = A shrine for the storing of religious artifacts, especially relating to saints
Philatory = A box in a reliquary with a glass top or side for viewing the boxes contents
For more information check out this link, I promise it is worth a look!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2413688/Incredible-skeletal-remains-Catholic-saints-dripping-gems-jewellery-
dug-Indiana-Bones-explorer.html
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