Friday, February 23, 2007
Struggling Against the Frugality of Life
Perhaps I should be
Drinking the Night away
quite never knowing the way
or even if there ever was one.
Denied a second chance
Hell--- not even sure I ever had a first one
When souls were doled out I got a cursed one
Tired of making do
with what I’ve been given
shouldn't sins of the past be forgiven?
Slow….Burn….
interminable deterioration
slowly twist & turn
over hell’s precipice
always about to fall
into oblivion
or jammed on the needles point
or sliced on the razor’s edge
But I will never be given an easy out
I cannot ever receive a cure
I am guilty & my punishment is always the same
I must endure.
Drinking the Night away
quite never knowing the way
or even if there ever was one.
Denied a second chance
Hell--- not even sure I ever had a first one
When souls were doled out I got a cursed one
Tired of making do
with what I’ve been given
shouldn't sins of the past be forgiven?
Slow….Burn….
interminable deterioration
slowly twist & turn
over hell’s precipice
always about to fall
into oblivion
or jammed on the needles point
or sliced on the razor’s edge
But I will never be given an easy out
I cannot ever receive a cure
I am guilty & my punishment is always the same
I must endure.
