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- I wake up early, feel weak and cold, didn't sleep very well
- Feel somewhat ill, probably stress, going grey and getting old
- Look at a joint wondering if I should wake and bake
- At this point, what difference would it make?
- Go to the bathroom, bleed a bit
- The place is a mess, so much yellow cake and it's stinking
- Play some Texas hold'em poker, nobody seems to be winning, dealer cheating and house takes rake
- So I light a cigarette, I'm still a smoker, pondering, contemplating if I should quit that shit
- Start thinking, wondering and my thoughts go wandering...
- Been thinking too much, not enough drinking and my head is hurting
- Most of my heroes are musical
- But I can't relate, don't belong
- Can't write a song
- Can't bend a melody
- Can't shift a tempo
- Can't handle a quartz fork like Handel and pitch a tune
- Don't know about harmony, so I can't be in a band
- I'd be the guy with a triangle in his hand
- All I know is akin to whistling on a dune, almost like the wind, silence
- Can't play an instrument, don't know the keys for the piano, what strings to strum on a guitar, forget about violins
- Can't play a drum, don't know how to set a snare, nevermind read the strange signs and cymbals
- What I know about rhythm is the beat of my heart, impulses irregular and odd
- Can't conduct, I'm not an electrician, not an appliance or a product
- Mention that stuff and I'll stare, listen and give a nod, feels like defeat
- But I know I like death and black metal, love d-beat, for deadbeat punks on the street
- Can't be in a choir, don't remember the words, forget what they wrote
- If I open my mouth, what's remains of my teeth is frightening
- Can't sing to myself either, alone, haven't got the chords, wouldn't know the tone from a note
- Scream, screech, a howl, maybe a growl is all I could bring
- Can't write anything lyrical, clearly.
- People say I have bad structure and form, get angry, say I wouldn't know wrong from right
- I'm not even english, don't know the difference between mite and might, can't even spell
- Not a sorcerer or a mage, can't just conjure things, that won't fly
- Need a miracle, amirite? Yeah well
- Not a sage or a cleric, no divining rod, can't speak in tongues, any difference between TID and tod?
- Drop the pen and pencil, get myself a quiver, rather
- I'm a wizard though, if I had to hazard a guess, let me try
- For now, watch the puppet show, watch the parapet
- For this trick, what do I have under my hat? Not a rabbit, not a cat
- An apple and a magnet, pretty slick that, how does that even work?
- My hands are kinda shaking, vibrating, but I've got a bow and fancy myself an archer too
- I'll shoot at an apple under a man's hat and smirk
- At least, that's how it goes down, in my mind, in my head
- That's okay, someone could probably raise dead bones
- Maybe like a vampire, undying, or a lich. Neckromancing, got the stones
- Step out of my house, sun is out, looks like a fine day. Walk for a while, enter a building
- Talk to a clerk, says they don't want to deal with me, that I should get a job, what a jerk
- See what's about, watch the traffic flow. There's a crowd dancing to a pulsating beat, has a cashier-like quality
- But I can't dance, don't join, just won't work
- Besides, find that noisy, oppressive and loud
- Two dudes approach me. One of them, in disbelief, in a fit, pointing at a pharmacy, a bank, a candy shop and a church
- Start rambling a bit about sickness and not wanting it
- His bigger brother, or...well, not sure, says something about an animal farm and a place where some Americans and Swiss hide, they have no soul, points at
- fancy cars and says that's how they roll
- They look around suspiciously before they leave and one drops his glasses
- Those dudes, cray cray. But hey, not like I'm okay. Maybe I'll go to some yoga and meditation classes
- Continue to stroll. Haven't been eating lately, but I'm not really hungry and I see a place selling pizza, pasta and a hotdog stand
- Those are things I don't do, quite sure it's bad for you. Not like I can afford it, don't have any money, can barely lift a hand
- I'm used to fasting, people tell me I should eat more, that I'm starving, what would they know?
- I continue, I go, albeit slow.
- See a caged bird, a diseased cat and an injured dog on a leash on a property. Concerned, stop there, ring the bell
- A man from a window, shielding a child, with a scream and a yell, tells me I'm not welcome there, that I should go away, go home
- A woman soon after comes out. I tell her "don't be alarmed ma'am, I'm not a cop, just in a hurry"
- I inquire about the pets, she says "don't worry, they like it that way"
- She says to excuse her husband, that he doesn't know how to treat guests properly, invites me to join her for coffee, strangely flirting, teasingly
- Figuring I should probably leave, I decline, saying it's late and I have to meet a friend, but I suggest she get a vet to tend
- The contrast between them seemed pretty stark
- The rest of the street was a dead end, turn around, not yet homeward bound
- Approaching the park, should probably get there before it gets dark. The sun dimming, starting to look grey
- Reaching the park, something's amiss, he's normally here at this time, nowhere to be found
- He's a good friend, kinda short, keeps his ears to the ground, in a high-pitched choir at night, a good sport and his name rhymes with Germany
- Nothing rhymes with Nietzsche, besides, I prefer Jiminy
- Something else is astray, not a sound, I don't see any butterflies, no children at play
- No buzzing of the bees, I don't hear birds singing, there aren't any fish in the pond swmming and the trees are dying
- It dawns on me what's happened, they're dead, they were taken away
- Fatigued, stumble, knees buckle and to the ground I fall, crying and trying to pray
- Stop the disease and cancer, please. What have we done? What happened today?
- Soon there was no sun, not even a visible moon
- I try to muster my courage, get up and go home, almost lose my way, what next to tell my mother?
- Thinking, I should have been a shepherd, father, it seems I'm a coward
- Get back, forgetting about anything I passed, with an empty stare, I felt blank
- Nothing seems fair, not sure why I should or how I could care
- As I lay on my bed, riddled by guilt and shame, seems like the world is a cruel game
- I remember my past, I regret, things I want to forget. The future and present I already resent
- Lost, most of my friends, pushed them away. A cripple, with a crutch, not sure how much longer I can last
- The memory, I still see her almost every day, in so many places, so many faces, but not near enough to touch
- Little to offer, not handsome, not clever, unemployed, terrible physical condition, like I was in remission
- Didn't have a clue, if only I knew what I could possibly do. The situation seemed critical.
- I had to lie, what was I supposed to say when she came here, showed up? Prophecy, a vision to behold, that day that I met you?
- It broke my heart in two, can't deal with the ache, haunted and broken from the start
- Couldn't even give cinderella a shoe, but truth be told, I die without thee, I die without you
- Couldn't take it, couldn't fake it anymore. The weakness of taking a knee, telling her I love her, but it didn't matter
- Can't believe how badly I messed up my life. Can no longer try, death will score. Gone, estranged and alienated my wife
- Quite a feat, she's imaginary, a portrait, and she left, I'm despondent and bereft
- A painting, they told me that I couldn't love, that I don't use words wisely and have no charm, get over it
- The picture that I painted just causes strain and pain, it seems my dreams go down the drain
- Not a healer either, couldn't heal myself, them, or heal her, seems like I only harm
- Don't know anymore about where to go, what to do, what to follow. Much like a shell, hollow
- Maybe I'll get a boat and a crew, sail away, become a pirate, steal some souls from the wretched myth of just another day and try something new
- Feel like raising my fist...and taking a blade to my arm, to my wrist
- Someone told me I'm dangerous, a ticking time bomb, explosive, cold like winter, nuclear and overreactive
- Tired of living a lie, weary of this teary eye, I want to go, goodbye
- So maybe I'll start counting down from ten, like boxing, in reverse, for to end it all yet again
- Say hello to death and he replies, "you have become me, myself and I".
- Credit to arcturus, age of silence, disbelief, the haunted, forest, tool, katatonia, primordial, pagan rodeo, painted wives and many others I can't list atm.
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