Post by JohnyDarko on Jun 28, 2011 21:18:48 GMT -5
I didn't think I would find muse again so soon, nor do I know if I can afford to find any more. Sadly enough I feel nothing as I type this, but I probable will later. As soon as I come to terms with who I am, it seems I must do the same with those people that I am related to whom could almost be called something starting with F other than fucked. Content is PG-13. please be harsh, god knows I was. And it still rhymes. I couldn't even get it in ABAB format so I made it into couplets.
The curtain parts its lips of satin red
For an audience that’s long since fled
All that’s left is a singular me
Shackled up and forced to see
I can not run and have nowhere to hide
For the curtains mouth is open wide
The stage is black but not for long
And what follows in not dance or song
I see my life in a horrific flash
From every fight to a fatal clash
The detail is hazy but intent is clear
the will to live is just not here
Shackles bruise deeper as I reel in pain
I see so much loss with so little gain
The solution was simple, and always there
But not one of them could fucking care
There was no excuse to grow so far apart
Or refine despondency to a family art
The play has no words but that’s no shock
To a boy in a family who could never talk
He was taught silence as a golden rule
Second only to perfection in school
He was allowed to speak all day long
If he was always willing to be wrong
The curtain falls with an audible sound
Which makes me notice who isn’t around
Are they all backstage looking so proud?
Behind my back they were always so loud
There was no point in a family like this
Or tell me now, what did I miss?
But it doesn’t matter heaven’s sake
Behind my curtain it is all just fake
The curtain parts its lips of satin red
For an audience that’s long since fled
All that’s left is a singular me
Shackled up and forced to see
I can not run and have nowhere to hide
For the curtains mouth is open wide
The stage is black but not for long
And what follows in not dance or song
I see my life in a horrific flash
From every fight to a fatal clash
The detail is hazy but intent is clear
the will to live is just not here
Shackles bruise deeper as I reel in pain
I see so much loss with so little gain
The solution was simple, and always there
But not one of them could fucking care
There was no excuse to grow so far apart
Or refine despondency to a family art
The play has no words but that’s no shock
To a boy in a family who could never talk
He was taught silence as a golden rule
Second only to perfection in school
He was allowed to speak all day long
If he was always willing to be wrong
The curtain falls with an audible sound
Which makes me notice who isn’t around
Are they all backstage looking so proud?
Behind my back they were always so loud
There was no point in a family like this
Or tell me now, what did I miss?
But it doesn’t matter heaven’s sake
Behind my curtain it is all just fake
