(no subject)
He gives thanks to misery everyday
because it reminds him he's alive
as he walks the streets alone, under
the twilight of yesterday's dreams.
The reverie is not entirely gone,
but around him prison bars enrage
the fight he lends to five and dimes,
hoping for a miracle, a little relief.
I walked the road you are on, boy.
I scraped my knees after each fall,
failing the tests, tasting the bitter
self-prescribed pills,spitting up blood.
All this while painting a moonless night
on the balcony of loneliness. Teeter,
totter, they came to watch me crumble,
but I got wise, sold myself to the devil.
He gives thanks to my story everday
because it reminds him he's alive
as he walks the streets alone, under
the sunlight of apathy's wailing fade.
The dreams come and go, but feeling
remains because the cell door facade
was internally bound and he wasted
no time blasting the prison walls down.
because it reminds him he's alive
as he walks the streets alone, under
the twilight of yesterday's dreams.
The reverie is not entirely gone,
but around him prison bars enrage
the fight he lends to five and dimes,
hoping for a miracle, a little relief.
I walked the road you are on, boy.
I scraped my knees after each fall,
failing the tests, tasting the bitter
self-prescribed pills,spitting up blood.
All this while painting a moonless night
on the balcony of loneliness. Teeter,
totter, they came to watch me crumble,
but I got wise, sold myself to the devil.
He gives thanks to my story everday
because it reminds him he's alive
as he walks the streets alone, under
the sunlight of apathy's wailing fade.
The dreams come and go, but feeling
remains because the cell door facade
was internally bound and he wasted
no time blasting the prison walls down.