I wanna ask for one more hit
Just one fix before I go
This must be how it feels to pray
To clip the wings of turtledoves
The need for dips that dive too far
Too far to ever re-emerge
To contemplate life’s canvas drab
And fade from suns that shine too bright
The epitaphs discovered scrawled
On paper bags that curse the dawn
To ride the rails of secrets lost
Magnetic tracks that pull me home
Where blistered lips wait tenderly
To tuck me in with broken whispers
Sympathetic lies where vanish
All my cares ‘neath sunken moons
Don’t rouse me, I’m still dreaming hopes
That when I wake shall disappear
It’s only for a fleeting spell
They grace me with their company
And oh! If I could capture them
And place them in a swimming pool
I’d watch them float in swirls of faith
Then drowned in tides of melancholy
Swollen waves that crash beyond
The fated break of no return
Suppressed to hide the hint of howling
Nightmares that won’t leave me lone
The fortunes falling through the holes
Of holy pockets ripped at seams
It seems the only hole that’s left
Has swallowed whole my whole belief
Has torn the ghosts of prospects past
Has left me drained of promises
Now soundly sleep the vacant streets
So softly sung their lullabies
That soothe the souls of those who grieve
And force a grown man to his knees
Goodnight thine everlasting sting, goodnight.
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