they told me what i shouldn’t do
i listened good, i listened true
it’s not my fault, it isn’t fair
it should be me up over there
instead i lay here on my back
as all around me fades to black
a red light flashes just in sight
a mangled mass off to the right
a man leans down with coat of white
“he’ll never make it throught the night”
(unfinished…)
the narrator sees everything
the narrator knows everythong
the narrator can predict anything
the narrator is safe from all harm
many players look up to the narrator
they see him as a god
they continue their lives
as the narrator tells what happens
safe from all harm, the narrator stands
never involved in the conflict
the narrator is safe
the players continue their lives
the narrator stands in the corner
protected, isolated, alone
the players continue their lives
the narrator lies silent
fallen on the stage
slain with his own blade
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"love...emotion...feeling"
joy they bring
much pleasure
companionship
along the way
comes
pain
sorrow
death
God can save
people die
Jesus comforts
people kill
God cries
why can't we all get along?
war
no reason
slowly
some work back
to normalcy
to peace
faith in God
will save
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love
where is it
for me
not here
once
i had it
now
it’s lost
friends
love
people live
people leave
friends hope
people die
friends comfort
time heals
all wounds
or so i’m told
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faith stands
the body falls
flames consume
the body falls
Satan controls
the body falls
Jesus saves
the body falls
un-needed
faith stands
the light shines from beneath my door
hidden from me forever-more
the light i’ve seen and even touched
once was true, it gained me much
the darkness floods and fills my life
it fills my world with pain, with strife
the darkness wins, the darkness rules
here on the earth, the darkness pools
it overflows, it kills, destroys
possession, lust, its bitter ploys
it rampant runs and lives possess
it makes a fucking awful mess
I lie here now with eyes of glass
And watch events that come to pass
Far to my right a red light flickers
As on my left an small group bickers
They say it was an awful mess
Of what they speak I cannot guess
Above my head a twisted mass
Of burning metal in the grass
I overheard the medics state
We can’t save this one, it’s too late
It took a while for me to see
The one of which they spoke was me
This mess was no one’s fault at all
Another truth of alcohol
To pay his folly, I not he
Will soon just a statistic be
As darkness comes and takes me whole
Of all my thoughts I lose control
A woman comes and takes my hand
As I slip from this unfair land
She glances up and her eyes rise
As one man lives and one man dies
i don’t really know why i stated writing about alcohol and death. neither of my parents drink. i guess it’s just a deep subject, and that’s what i like to write about. i wrote this one down on paper a long time ago but lost it. it was the inspiration for “drink” which i am leaving forever unfinished. i just found the paper today. i hope you enjoy seeing my perspective on life through my writings. salute.
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