THE POLICE CAME AND I TURNED MYSELF IN
by midnightskies
need a napkin up in this joint,
my eyes are fuckin' waterin'. i didn't agree to this!
jail cells are smaller than i would have thought.
well, i fuckin' lived to tell my tale
and, by god, i'd die to tell it, too.
turn that fuckin' piano music down, man.
no wait, that shit's good. turn it up.
piano manages to hit that vein in me
not one that exists on the outside
doesn't even fuckin' pulse.
it's like a shot directly to my bloodstream
but one that exists in my soul.
man, you'd THINK it'd fuckin' hurt
but it's euphoric, dude, and i don't use that word lightly.
words are meant to be used
in a way i don't think they're used anymore.
all these swears, like, calm down!
fuck, shit, damn (well, damn's sissy shit), etc.
and i'm over here, just followin' along
i may be dumb but i ain't stupid enough
to ignore the pushing current.
i wish i could yell so fuckin' loudly, man.
i don't get that opportunity enough, y'know?
just to shout...someone's gonna fuckin' call the police.
oh, and i guess they did, haha.
bitches get served, i suppose.
where's my napkin, please?
a tissue would do, too.
just need something to wipe
away the fuckin' filter that spreads
over my eyes...like a foggy day.
you ever go out late or early
and see fog cover the place
like a fuckin' horror movie?
i love that shit. it's calming.
where did it go?
no, not you. obviously.
i meant.....the past.
it can't just disappear forever, right?
'cause that's fuckin' dumb.
it has to go SOMEWHERE.
when i lose my memories
(which i will, and so will you)
where will they go?
i don't want to lose
myself to time.
it's a battle i know i won't win
but i bother anyway.
create that fuckin' legacy, y'know?
why am i here?
that's a good fuckin' question, dude.
i committed the worst crime of all...
i fuckin' lost myself.
i put up pictures everywhere;
"have you seen this person?"
many people called me
but none were helpful
and it took fuckin' ages
before i realized what had happened.
and i'm ashamed to admit it, i mean,
it's a dastardly crime to have done.
see, i fuckin' murdered myself.
it was an accident, i swear!
and you could laugh, and say i'm right here,
but i'm not.
well, i mean, i am.
but it's not ME.
i thought i had lost myself
(which i did, i mean)
but i was fuckin' certain i could find me again.
what comes up must come down, right?
i realized too late what i did...
and now i'm gone forever.
keep yourself close,
and don't fuckin' look away,
not even for an instant.
if you lose yourself
you may never find
what was ever again.
time is fuckin' cruel,
and it will forever conquer.
now, can i please get that tissue?
:-)