Feb 2014
Nobody cared to save me, looked past like nobody's there
Since a baby, thoughts came to fast for me to bare
Come read to me some poetry, make it vanish away
Sooth this restless feeling, banish thoughts of the day
Is there a way to stop the stress you would care to address?
Thoughts of bullet proof vests and shots aimed at my chest
We live to express, take aim poetically with my pen
Spin this web of sin, no need for this religion
As children were walking in the steps we hoped to follow
Unforgiving, **** tomorrow was the motto
Swallowed in the grip of this ****, now how can I explain
Became a hollow pit, overcame growing insane
Feelings of sadness and longing that's not akin to pain
Resembling sorrow only as mist resembles rain
In the midst of the last chapter, running out of laughter
After it's said and done, would it even matter?
[PART 2]
Look how they used to say pray and one day we'd find our way
what’s the use these days? I'm hopeless, my mind would stray
Nobody even noticed the loaded pistol in my fist
Breathless, got the kiss of death walking in my midst
The sickness wrapped itself around my brain, now what remains?
Whatever distracts the pain helping me sustain
Liquor in my veins hoping to god they catch me faded
Gone of gin again, fully eradicated
Catch me sleeping in the dark, if you got the heart, then blast
I'm having visions of closed caskets and ski masks
They ask me to tell them, if it's hell then why don't I leave?
Like Lenore, the bell tolls, weep now or never more
What I'm living for? Maybe a peaceful night of sleep
Reap what I sew, hoping death slows to just a creep
Peak into the last chapter, were running out of laughter
After it's said and done, would it even matter?
[PART 3]
Her every tone is music's own in a way you never heard
And something more than melody dwells in her words
Who could tell one day she'd leave? passed away, not many grieve
Conceived to fade away, replaced by a new breed
Of her bright face, one glance will trace a picture on the brain
And in our hearts is a sound that must long remain
My memory contains thoughts of her that always endear
Taught me these lessons, her expressions always clear
I save my tears in the hopes she reappears once again
A few chosen men with pens to begin once again
I burn no candles and hang no wreath upon this tomb
Can't cheer the place of grief but only mock it's gloom
Doomed to never shed a tear or bring flowers in their stead
They lose their perfume and power when offered to the dead
Like I said, it's the last chapter, running out of laughter
After it's said and done, would it even matter?
Since a baby, thoughts came to fast for me to bare
Come read to me some poetry, make it vanish away
Sooth this restless feeling, banish thoughts of the day
Is there a way to stop the stress you would care to address?
Thoughts of bullet proof vests and shots aimed at my chest
We live to express, take aim poetically with my pen
Spin this web of sin, no need for this religion
As children were walking in the steps we hoped to follow
Unforgiving, **** tomorrow was the motto
Swallowed in the grip of this ****, now how can I explain
Became a hollow pit, overcame growing insane
Feelings of sadness and longing that's not akin to pain
Resembling sorrow only as mist resembles rain
In the midst of the last chapter, running out of laughter
After it's said and done, would it even matter?
[PART 2]
Look how they used to say pray and one day we'd find our way
what’s the use these days? I'm hopeless, my mind would stray
Nobody even noticed the loaded pistol in my fist
Breathless, got the kiss of death walking in my midst
The sickness wrapped itself around my brain, now what remains?
Whatever distracts the pain helping me sustain
Liquor in my veins hoping to god they catch me faded
Gone of gin again, fully eradicated
Catch me sleeping in the dark, if you got the heart, then blast
I'm having visions of closed caskets and ski masks
They ask me to tell them, if it's hell then why don't I leave?
Like Lenore, the bell tolls, weep now or never more
What I'm living for? Maybe a peaceful night of sleep
Reap what I sew, hoping death slows to just a creep
Peak into the last chapter, were running out of laughter
After it's said and done, would it even matter?
[PART 3]
Her every tone is music's own in a way you never heard
And something more than melody dwells in her words
Who could tell one day she'd leave? passed away, not many grieve
Conceived to fade away, replaced by a new breed
Of her bright face, one glance will trace a picture on the brain
And in our hearts is a sound that must long remain
My memory contains thoughts of her that always endear
Taught me these lessons, her expressions always clear
I save my tears in the hopes she reappears once again
A few chosen men with pens to begin once again
I burn no candles and hang no wreath upon this tomb
Can't cheer the place of grief but only mock it's gloom
Doomed to never shed a tear or bring flowers in their stead
They lose their perfume and power when offered to the dead
Like I said, it's the last chapter, running out of laughter
After it's said and done, would it even matter?
The 3rd part was me toying with the idea of poetry being dead these days, and from the view of poetry being a living breathing thing.
