I saw those lights.
Flash right between my eyes.
Then those red little lips.
That made angels cry.
I walked on the highway.
As time stood still.
Saw those dancing little fingers.
As the Devil took their will.
I slept in a morge.
As the dead bodies spoke.
Saw a daughter of an infant.
As the other people choked.
I dreamt in the ocean.
As the fish ate my flesh.
Saw the lowest of low.
And the sharks at their best.
Now the bright lights are shinning.
All the headlights from the cars.
Dancing on the freeway.
While people are causing harm.
The angels are waving.
The Devil's calling my name.
Still stuck in the middle.
Oh, what a shame.
8/24/09
Is it okay to let me bleed, slit my wrists to cause a scene?
To just lay down and dream to die, or get back up and live a lie?
Is it okay to scream and shout, pull my hair and tear it out?
Do cocain and float away, hoping for a better day.
I wish that this pain would stop, just make my pulse drop.
I'm confused and out of space, so lost can't find my face.
Someone please just let me go, leave me down you'll never know.
How much pain I'll show you now, on your knees down to the ground.
Somehow now you can't explain, how much crying is in vain.
Please keep me out of your way, cuz I know I'll never stay.
1/08/10
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