A reflection of the past. |
Bury Me with a Smile. Make sure that when you bury me, You give me a smile Because if you truly knew me You know the joy at the end of this organic trial Because this is my final note, I know now there is no antidote. And I'd rather stay underground then have to crawl around Because my legs have gone and my heart has too They've given up and were dragged to my tomb And when I awoke I spoke with a silver tongue A use of language unknown to some But they too fade away and found themselves a sunny day So I whisper in the dark for someone to come find me I can't help but think about the past and the old me Rosy cheeks submerged in river creeks passed the time in endless weeks Rain or shine I was fine, I had no darkness to plague my mind I ran and screamed and lived the dream, unaware of the cancer gene Oh it multiplied and spread its lies, to my soul, heart, and head I slowly got wrapped up in a black spool of thread Or perhaps twine is more reasonable, although slightly less feasible I still looked at myself saying "it's truly unbelievable" To have parents, and house, and a substantial cash amount But feel sad and glum and connected to none. And I thought about how I'd take a bullet to the head, before a bullet to the leg Because life is not worth it if you are forced to be a cripple And my mind already is since the birth of this demon seed ripple It was not planted by the Emo creed or some form of greed Nor was it planted by the loss of a girl, but rather the world To leave me as an orphan, alone without endorphins The best course of action on life is clearly to shorten The trouble and pain with a hint of insane Clearly arose as my endless bane. So slowly silver seas silently suffocate me Blood Bubbled Blood Blackened Tensions mounted and I began the stacking Of a list titled sorrow, number one being tomorrow And just below, I kept my notes, on this quest I had to borrow For it was not mine, and was not given, it ruined time and my reason for living So silver sickles invade my blood As my skin secretes this lifeless mud And it cakes over my body and leaves my hair knotty And when I look in the mirror I know what I see, The broken bones, body, and soul that used to be me And the words at first they were the worst, Until the day I saw his hearse. And from that point on I wept and whined I would miss the sun as I crawled on by, unbeknownst to all, that I was blind. So I lost the path and wandered away, ever so slowly I began to decay No food satisfied the hunger of my heart's mighty thunder As I felt the chaotic rhythm in response to my blunder And now I rest here in a forest of forgotten, And I feel the glass in my feet as I hit creek bottom We were here before, these muddy shores But I fail to see above the creek And though the waters shallow and the current weak I know eventually it will choose to rape me And the brittle banks will break on fingertips, As Persephone's chalice offers the endless sip Of wasteland water that will kiss my lips, Filled with stinking sewers to tired tributaries, Filth flows forever on its path into me. So I walk alone, quite unknown, and think of me as a box of bones But days went by and I survived, I stood my test of time. Soon life had light with hope in sight, but along the way I lost the fight I tripped or stumbled and began to mumble, but words no longer formed I spent my days confined by rain, in the darkness of my dorm And I sit in here and twist my beard As I attempt to match the eye of the storm tear for tear So I'll wear my sunglasses to hide my weathered behavior And look northwest for some sort of spiritual savior, But I'll tell you now, as time slows down, You'll feel me in the moment And just like that, too fast to act I'll be tree bound with my neck attached And a skin crawling sensation coupled with a cold tickle down your spine Will tell you that my eyes were open when I chose my time to die But this did not change the fact that I was blind. So I failed to see a thing, as I sailor slipped and sliced my chin For sightless was I and filled with pain, I saw no where to place the blame So here I'll sway until mid-day and upon discovery be thrown away I will be organic waste in tailored lace, on show for all to have a taste Of the silver seas that once lapped within me, that now settle slowly And leak from me and slithers across the floor To ravish your riches and steal the smile from your face This sickness is sly and leaves a victim in a terrible place. |