A Bitter Song
Mar 01, 2008 - 12:55 PM PST
A Bitter Song
All I need is a bitter song
A melancholic tribute to my exiled existence
I am boxed, bored, bewildered
Pass me a glass of water
A drink to replenish my wisdom at it's demise;
I am a gold mine, a giveaway, a grace note
Be my company
A person to cradle me when I'm broken past medical fixes;
I am a calosity, a canopy, a crypt
Show me a place to go
A ground to lay on as I revolt against a denounced mind;
I am paralized, provoked, pitied
Take me to temperate weather
A peice of ozone free from catastrophic holes;
I am tied, tainted, torn
Find my strength
An artificial security to dwell alone behind palisades;
I am superficial, safe, sedated
A bullet proof vest to make me untouchable
I am a spy, I am trouble
A telescope to show me the stars past my warped vision
I am an escapist, I am treason
A plague to rapture my deceiving allegory
I am a victim, I am a story
A dive into the sea, an enigmatic venture past the false pretense;
I am a sphinx, I am dense
A transitive soul to challenge my conformity
I am hunted, I am a fantasy
All I need is a bitter song
A melodic prophecy to enlighten my writhing intellect
Sing to me