A constant state of racing mind
From just her gleaming tone
A look not wanted back in kind
My hope can not be known
A twisting tongue and tightened chest
Are symptoms all the same
At least this is the pic I get
From all these peoples’ claims
In truth I can not comprehend
The feeling that they say
Is something special to be held
’Cause that’s a damn cliché
I look unto the hidden scripts
To try and figure why
My life is dread and void of love
But empty they reply
I look unto a shooting star
For all it is they say
The Gods of love must hate me though
‘Cause I was cast away
They took my heart and filled it full
With things like mayonnaise
With hate and angst it’s filled up full
My heart is trapped in place
I want and plead for love’s dear kiss
For once I could be seen
But try and fight as I have been
And you’ll remain unseen
I thought if I had tried to change
My somber uphill fate
That maybe I could find a way
To take away my ache
But time would tell again, my dear
The drabbest of routines
The feeling that I’ve held so near
Is nothing new it seems
I am a man of deepest black
My heart as cold as stone
Their faces darken at my sight
I’m better off alone
I hate and spit and curse this place
For killing my once joy
It takes and rips and grasps and grips
But never strips my pain
I stab my chest and stain my shirt
With many shades of gray
My blood has lost it lavishness
My heart it’s a purée
“Excuse me, Sir. You’re looking lost,”
The Mistress said to me
Her eyes they sparkled like the stars
Her smile like the sun
I lay there dead upon the hearth
And gazed up at her eyes
Her ghastly form it said to me,
“It’s time to say goodbye”
Her hands were soft and gently touched
The wound in my left side
My cheeks they glew and warmly flushed
My joy I could not hide
I may have died a painful death
In body and in mind
But now my dear up in the sky
My pain is far behind
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