Jul 25, 2009 16:30
trapped in a cellar with a hole in my mind
a bottle of poison and walls that divide
the door barricaded from the inside out
i'll sit in the darkness, watch the time run down
i can almost hear voices, they call out to me
they beg me to hold on, they cry, they plead
so haunted with sickness, so vain in my haste
i lost my focus, showed weakness and caved
now you'll bludgeon me with my memories
until my eyes rest shut so tight
the irony is pain, you see,
reminds me just what "whole" felt like
this simple rhyme, cathartic song
will clear my head to face the day
for what we craft for all our lives
can be destroyed before we blink
souls can stain, like wine on lace
and from our fate, we don't always escape
so i gave up fear, i cast burden away
when i drew the lines that cleared what was vague
see i found the answer to all of life's questions:
love doesn't exist and to others we're nothing.
-MDR, 2009