A line across my forehead, reading my past,
Not so much to boast, but will tell a lot.
A bittersweet lot, so much I've lost,
I am no preacher, just a few words I blabber,
Of friends and foes, and fiends and folks.
I'm like a Monday morning, not greeted well,
All I want to tell is you keep your well.
The closer we are the deeper it hurts,
What you know of pain? When I go ahead.
Its for you I take it, for a better tomorrow I gulp it,
It hurts when I tell, you're better off without me.
A moment's thought can save me,
You can push me off the cliff, or pull me back.
Like I had thought, its good to be game for it all,
I'm game for life, for days with less light.
Emptier than the void, quieter than the deep sea.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
A line across my forehead, reading my past,
Not so much to boast, but will tell a lot.
A bittersweet lot, so much I've lost,
I am no preacher, just a few words I blabber,
Of friends and foes, and fiends and folks.
I'm like a Monday morning, not greeted well,
All I want to tell is you keep your well.
The closer we are the deeper it hurts,
What you know of pain? When I go ahead.
Its for you I take it, for a better tomorrow I gulp it,
It hurts when I tell, you're better off without me.
A moment's thought can save me,
You can push me off the cliff, or pull me back.
Like I had thought, its good to be game for it all,
I'm game for life, for days with less light.
Emptier than the void, quieter than the deep sea.
