Playing God
She walks with the beat of the drums
Following the sick parade
Dragging feet and catching hats
The wind has never been so strong
Shoes sinking in the soft sand
A face so smooth and tight
She dares not blink
The dream will never cease
And to dim the lights
On the day impending
Is to walk through thorns blindfolded
He walks in the shadow of the sunrise
Clink-ity clank-ing with his steps of digression
Shackles on his hands and a rag down his throat
Hunched over like the willow that weeps
His bones are painted with a thin coat of skin
Barely alive, starving for dignity
One, two, three, four
Counting the steps, he must focus on something
There is nothing left but a wooden platform
Closer and closer, though crawling along
Destiny awaits him at the top of the hill
She runs, she’s fallen behind
She was begging for mercy
Bargaining with Father Time
“Just one more moment…”
“No, No, dear girl,
You must face this cruel day.”
The crowds have left her buried in her delusions
Now she’s frantic and discomposed
Trying to find a place among the drooling fiends
She bites and kicks her way to the front line
Just in time to see the tragic play
He floats up the stairs to his throne
Ascending like a scolded child
But he must be brave, he must mask the terror
The devil in the dark tunic checks the rope
His stomach rolls over and his lungs deflate
He forces numbness into his limbs and stands center stage
Relax, relax, let the life slowly leave you before it can be taken
Let breath be the one thought on your mind
Taste the air of your finale and face the crowds
He feels empowerment as the noose fondles his neck
Acceptance, go in peace
But where is she, goddess of the earth?
He must embrace her with his eyes before he can die
She catches his gaze with her brown pools of honey
And the water surges like a flash flood behind her lids
But she bites her lip until blood drops
She can read all the lines of his quivering face
He is but a child, thrown to the lions
And she is to blame, a red brand on her chest
The signal is given, the lever instinctively snaps back
She thinks of throwing up, but he smiles and closes his eyes
She turns her cheek away and his body drops
And her swollen heart feels the rope constrict
And she breaks apart with the blow of a hammer
“He is gone! Oh, he is dead!”
“What right have they to cut the thread of life,
To send a man to eternal darkness?”
It is a dangerous thing, playing God.
Following the sick parade
Dragging feet and catching hats
The wind has never been so strong
Shoes sinking in the soft sand
A face so smooth and tight
She dares not blink
The dream will never cease
And to dim the lights
On the day impending
Is to walk through thorns blindfolded
He walks in the shadow of the sunrise
Clink-ity clank-ing with his steps of digression
Shackles on his hands and a rag down his throat
Hunched over like the willow that weeps
His bones are painted with a thin coat of skin
Barely alive, starving for dignity
One, two, three, four
Counting the steps, he must focus on something
There is nothing left but a wooden platform
Closer and closer, though crawling along
Destiny awaits him at the top of the hill
She runs, she’s fallen behind
She was begging for mercy
Bargaining with Father Time
“Just one more moment…”
“No, No, dear girl,
You must face this cruel day.”
The crowds have left her buried in her delusions
Now she’s frantic and discomposed
Trying to find a place among the drooling fiends
She bites and kicks her way to the front line
Just in time to see the tragic play
He floats up the stairs to his throne
Ascending like a scolded child
But he must be brave, he must mask the terror
The devil in the dark tunic checks the rope
His stomach rolls over and his lungs deflate
He forces numbness into his limbs and stands center stage
Relax, relax, let the life slowly leave you before it can be taken
Let breath be the one thought on your mind
Taste the air of your finale and face the crowds
He feels empowerment as the noose fondles his neck
Acceptance, go in peace
But where is she, goddess of the earth?
He must embrace her with his eyes before he can die
She catches his gaze with her brown pools of honey
And the water surges like a flash flood behind her lids
But she bites her lip until blood drops
She can read all the lines of his quivering face
He is but a child, thrown to the lions
And she is to blame, a red brand on her chest
The signal is given, the lever instinctively snaps back
She thinks of throwing up, but he smiles and closes his eyes
She turns her cheek away and his body drops
And her swollen heart feels the rope constrict
And she breaks apart with the blow of a hammer
“He is gone! Oh, he is dead!”
“What right have they to cut the thread of life,
To send a man to eternal darkness?”
It is a dangerous thing, playing God.