Stained
January 11, 2012 at 2:17am
You're up at six to greet your day.
You grab a cup. You're on your way
into the world to make your mark
,to make your pay, to play your part.
The role you know so very well.
You've played before and gave it Hell.
But still you feel it isn't you.
It never fit. You're forced into
a life that's wrought with many fears,
and so much pain, and drowing tears.
To toil and slave. To make a buck
and silently not give a ****
about your house, about your friends,
about your life's long, bitter end,
about your job, about your boss,
about a lot of **** you've lost,
about what's owed or what's been paid,
about yourself, or being saved.
They're all the same just one long day
that never seems to fall away,
and passing time it threatens to
go passing by forgetting you.
Erasing all you ever did.
Remaing locked and playing dead
and when awakened from a sleep
that's tortured you and held you deep
beneath the waves, among the lost,
beside the dead at such a cost
into your new awakening
where you are God, and you are king.
Beyond the empty life you claimed
to wash you clean. No longer stained.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Stained
January 11, 2012 at 2:17am
You're up at six to greet your day.
You grab a cup. You're on your way
into the world to make your mark
,to make your pay, to play your part.
The role you know so very well.
You've played before and gave it Hell.
But still you feel it isn't you.
It never fit. You're forced into
a life that's wrought with many fears,
and so much pain, and drowing tears.
To toil and slave. To make a buck
and silently not give a ****
about your house, about your friends,
about your life's long, bitter end,
about your job, about your boss,
about a lot of **** you've lost,
about what's owed or what's been paid,
about yourself, or being saved.
They're all the same just one long day
that never seems to fall away,
and passing time it threatens to
go passing by forgetting you.
Erasing all you ever did.
Remaing locked and playing dead
and when awakened from a sleep
that's tortured you and held you deep
beneath the waves, among the lost,
beside the dead at such a cost
into your new awakening
where you are God, and you are king.
Beyond the empty life you claimed
to wash you clean. No longer stained.
