8 Dec 2006
0 CommentsThe Speech
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The Speech
I’m tired in an empty seat
It’s full of me, but I’m dozing off
So I can’t see
I’d rather sleep
Instead of hearing
What you got to say
I wanna leave
Give me room
Let a person breathe
I’m suffering
Suffocating on the
Empty words
Distracted daze
Got me in a cage
Of passive verbs
Let me out
Let me live free
And be me
Let me eat
Let me practice
What I never preach
Let me breathe
Let me see what
I wanna see
Let me swim
Let me fly
Let my prescience seep
Into the sky
Let my roots
Sink forever deep
Let me drink
Let me die
A forever sleep
It get’s me high
When they talk about
What they don’t know
About my chance
About my fate
About where I can go
I wanna laugh
Wanna cry
Wanna cut the throat
Of the Man
Understand
This is how it goes
Let me live
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10 Dec 2006
0 CommentsFinal Notice
Final Notice
I saw Death caress the neck of her
The rest of her rest in peace within the sepulcher
“Love lost love gained,” sang the messenger
The one truth is that pain is the lecturer
Fame is the death of us
Chained to the nebula
Ocean deep is he who sees through the veil of us
But never takes it off
Laid upon a bed of myrrh
Stars flowing through my veins where the final war
Will be fought upon the plains of my darkest thoughts
“Make it stop,” screamed the child as his eyes watched on
But it did not; instead it fades into the final chorus
The final song the final days the final silent opus
The final grave the final night the final hocus pocus
Alakazam this final prayer is your final notice
So take heed
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