These words you read…they are from the past..
They are from a dynasty that didn’t last…
It downsized until there was only me…
So it’s hard to look out at a thriving society…

Detached from the world, forgotten..
With my clan’s center gone rotten..

I have nothing.. nothing to leave upon my kin..
Nothing but empty pockets, bones and skin…
Take a lock of my hair for luck,
Since I never really gave a….
Never mind.

These are the words of temptation and sacrifice
These are the reasons I never did suffice..
These are the hours spent wondering about the past
And how everything seems to go by so fast..

I used to be a dreamer, then the world kicked my ass..
So I resorted to a circle of enemies and smoking grass..
Dull the senses, hide in my own misery
And then I found that really didn’t suit me.
I used to love to sing, but I loved to smoke..
And sit around drunk telling a joke..
Ruined my high pitch with a bottle of beam
And the smoking just forgot the dream..
I lost myself in women’s eyes for that glimpse
Of a love that could cover my world in eclipse..
This need for love...this desire to be loved…
Just to have a world with me and my beloved..
But I made mistakes…I trusted people unworthy
And through all that, I was brought back to reality..
I was shown the nature of the beast…
And learned who I trusted the least…
I used to write a lot, now I just read on in horror and disgust
And it just shows me that it’s myself I can’t trust..
I’ve spent 28 years spinning wheels and gliding tarmac
And somehow I feel I slipped between the cracks..
I don’t feel I have anything to offer anymore..
So I’m choosing to walk gracefully out that door..
I’m tired of the lies I despise, this life I have to lead..
I’m tired of these hours and orifices that bleed..
These sunrises, glorious to behold
But I feel it’s as if my soul has been sold..
I feel in horror to wake the next day..
And now it just leaves me with nothing to say..
I could convey this pit of misery with daft humor
But upon this world, I feel like I’m just a tumor..
I’d be more lighthearted, but that just wouldn’t be me.
So these are the words of a dead man…

Me.

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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