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Dreaming without a net
This fever will never break
but every now and then it lets up just enough to instill hope
and then the crushing blow all over again
Can a man die from pain alone?
When the delirium sets in I can almost believe you're not a factory tailored product
almost
but in the end you're made of made of the same bricks as the shadows in my alley
And when my eyes roll back and I can't see
I'll let myself think you're smiling then
while I'm bound and gagged inside my head, it helps to think someone somewhere is happy
and I'll grit my teeth and pretend it's a smile
just to encourage you to smile on
Lately it feels like I'm a burden
like all my old habits are suddenly bad ones
like it's a sin to love everyone
like I'm dieing
I don't want you here when I sink down
when I go back to the nothing I came from
but when the flies come to keep me company and my body starts to sink
I think I'd like for you to drop by at some point then
I imagine you'd be almost pleasant if I weren't alive
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Wholeheartedly yours,
The Good Reverend Dirtbag
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