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Author: Phoenix Moone
Fiction Rated: T - English - Drama - Published: 01-31-04 - Updated: 01-31-04 - id:1512874

Tell me why

--Whenever I walk around

I’m always looking down

--At my feet, at the ground

And tell me what

--Has me so low

I don’t know (what to do)

Tell me why, what, where, and when

--Confusion comin’ back again

I wanna know this (information)

I’d rather know what’s happening

Rather then havin’ to deal with the state of

--Ignorant bliss this world is livin’ in

Not knowing, not seeing

--Only being (no feeling?)

All feeling

--The pain

You feel it

--Just the same

Touch you, bite you, kiss you, smite you

--Reality’s twisting deep--

Cutting like a knife.

The light hits your eyes (blinding)

The light hits your ears (deafening)

--Reeling at the sight (what is this blight)

You open your mouth

--Darkness falls and instincts kick in

Fight or Flight

--You can’t kill the light

Fight or Flight

--You can’t run from somethin’ so bright

The truth

--Hits you like a hammer

You can’t face it

--Run. Trip. Scurry. Scramble.

But you’re happy and pleased and warm inside

The cockles of your heart keep you warm inside

--And cobwebs thrive where your brain reside

Did.

Did not, could not face the truth

So you lap lovely goodness (evasive vermouth)

--Soothsayer, heart-string scraper, playa

Yes-man, ass-kisser

--Brown-faced, yellow bellied sapsucker

--Ornithology of unbeknownst--

Running from life.

Even all that’s said now (been said before)

Wanna face the truth just walk through that door

--But you won’t and fear consumes you

What goes in you refuse to believe as true

--Rolls out the other ear, outta your head

You can’t face life

--You’re better of dead

Can’t see me (anymore)

Are afraid to see it (evermore)

You lock it tight (that open door)

--Lock me away in time

Night. Sitting in the kitchen

Where earlier at you your mama was bitchin’

--Can’t take it (child abuse)

--No one loves me (what’s the use)

--I don’t love me (I just refuse)

--I’ll be missin’ you (to live this life)

--What can I do (I’d be better off dead)

Nothing.

Loneliness consumes and confusion insues

--Don’t know what to do with my life anymore

What poison do you choose?

What else do you have to lose? (but your life)

Pills, blades, bullets, needles and extension cords

--Kick that stool, break those floorboards

Stand on the edge of a rocky cliff

--House’s peak

--Apartment roof

You are weak, you are weak.

YOU ARE WEAK.

Weaker than me.

Because I can’t see the use

Doing such a thing is selfish (this is true)

But what is the use

--You take the easy way out

--Punk out

--Fake out

--Take out (yourself)

I can’t give you respect, you should live your life to the fullest

--While you have it

Until a day comes

--It happens (it’s tragic)

When it’s taken all away and not by your hand

--It’s the right way?

You’ll be taken when you will

(put it down)

Don’t be in such a meaningless hurry

(set down the pen)

I’m sorry you can’t understand how I feel

(fold it loose)

It ain’t easy when your sight’s this blurry

(and the note in your pocket)

I’d rather see and be than glance away with blind serenity

To find all I know just a show and you just can’t go

--Anymore

You belong to sorrow now

--Child of incognizance

You’ve seen it as you stand at the bow

--Weaker than me

That incandescence in the distance

--Weaker than me

Wishing for a hasten of your sentence

Return to Tao with a viper’s vengeance

Call your judgment upon your own defendants

What you do to escape without your penance

--Liar.

--You’re weaker than me.

Anubis strikes your back

--Making a disrespectful act

Kiss the threshold as you’re weighed par to Maat’s wing

And for your sake, I hope your virtues sing.

Uneven--

--Exile.

And still I wonder why, when I feel as though I may cry

While love and art hold me to this plane

What would justify (phase out)

The cause of my disdain (phasin’)

Got too much shit to do

To leave it up to some flake like you

--Cause you’re weaker than me.

Deuces wild,

Holy child,

Ace of blue roses,

The kiss that I sold you.



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