Darksage
Jul 14th, 2006, 05:01 PM
Something originally intended to be a song that then drifted to a poem. :laugh:
Half asleep I hear a voice,
Is it only in my mind,
Or is it someone calling me,
Someone I failed and left behind. . .
Like a circus on parade,
Seldom close enough to see,
I wander through an angry crowd,
I wonder what's become of me. . .
To work it out I let them in,
All the good and bad I've been,
All the devils that disturbed me,
And the angels that defeated them somehow.
Come together in me now.
Roll on thunder, shine on lighting,
The days are long and the nights are frightening,
Nothing matters anyway and that's the hell of it.
Winter comes and the winds blow colder,
Some grow wiser, you just grew older,
You never listened anyway and that's the hell of it.
Good for nothing, bad in bed,
Nobody likes you and you're better off dead,
Goodbye, Goodbye,
We've all come to say goodbye,
Born defeated, died in vain,
Super destructive, you were hooked on pain,
And though your music lingers on,
Well, all of us are glad you're gone.
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you,
I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too.
Loved yourself as you loved no other,
Be no man's fool, be no man's brother,
But were all born to die alone, you know, that's the hell of it.
Life's a game with it bound to beat you,
In times of grief, it can turn to cheat you,
But we'd only waste it anyway, and that's the hell of it.
Half asleep I hear a voice,
Is it only in my mind,
Or is it someone calling me,
Someone I failed and left behind. . .
Like a circus on parade,
Seldom close enough to see,
I wander through an angry crowd,
I wonder what's become of me. . .
To work it out I let them in,
All the good and bad I've been,
All the devils that disturbed me,
And the angels that defeated them somehow.
Come together in me now.
Roll on thunder, shine on lighting,
The days are long and the nights are frightening,
Nothing matters anyway and that's the hell of it.
Winter comes and the winds blow colder,
Some grow wiser, you just grew older,
You never listened anyway and that's the hell of it.
Good for nothing, bad in bed,
Nobody likes you and you're better off dead,
Goodbye, Goodbye,
We've all come to say goodbye,
Born defeated, died in vain,
Super destructive, you were hooked on pain,
And though your music lingers on,
Well, all of us are glad you're gone.
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you,
I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too.
Loved yourself as you loved no other,
Be no man's fool, be no man's brother,
But were all born to die alone, you know, that's the hell of it.
Life's a game with it bound to beat you,
In times of grief, it can turn to cheat you,
But we'd only waste it anyway, and that's the hell of it.