Why did I see you as a hero for so long?
I thought you were the one amongst the throng
The one who would last through the short and the long
And then you showed your true colors...
Not the red and blue of superman
Or the midnight black of that bat of a man
Not the shining green of the lantern man
Or the yellow and black of the gruff clawed man
But the sickly green of a rotting bog
The hazy gray of a blinding fog
The sickly yellow that drifts off stinking dogs
The deepest black before my hopeless nod
The nod of self-realization that nothing was as you said
You just threw me to the dead
My mind coming out of my head
As I screamed your name and saw thick hot red.
Then I knew for the first time ever
That life can not be lived forever
That since your dead and we're not together
My hero must be myself or death in this weather
And the forecast is rain
from below the forehead
and above the nose.
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 7:47 AM UTC
Why did I see you as a hero for so long?
I thought you were the one amongst the throng
The one who would last through the short and the long
And then you showed your true colors...
Not the red and blue of superman
Or the midnight black of that bat of a man
Not the shining green of the lantern man
Or the yellow and black of the gruff clawed man
But the sickly green of a rotting bog
The hazy gray of a blinding fog
The sickly yellow that drifts off stinking dogs
The deepest black before my hopeless nod
The nod of self-realization that nothing was as you said
You just threw me to the dead
My mind coming out of my head
As I screamed your name and saw thick hot red.
Then I knew for the first time ever
That life can not be lived forever
That since your dead and we're not together
My hero must be myself or death in this weather
And the forecast is rain
from below the forehead
and above the nose.
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