Sat 24 Apr 2010
A blackout in the room again.
A busted lip and broken skin.
I wake up in the bathroom,
..and dare not bother asking
..why the mirror’s craked and all I see
..are shards of glass inside of me.
There’s voices there to dare me,
..my father’s here to scare me.
My mother she sits beyond the door.
She’s curled up crying on the floor.
Look at what her son’s done.
When the weight of all the world’s gone wrong.
Wrong again.
Gone wrong again.
Liars they leave a guilty trail.
Let me tell you, I’ve been lying for years.
That must be why I’m standing in this space.
Disregarding that I’ve created these monsters,
..that are on both of my sides.
So I wipe the blood from both of their eyes.
From all four of their eyes.
While I wait for wounds to heal,
..I see you by the window sill.
Your heart’s torn out;
..a plastic spoon,
..when honesty lit up that room.
So I stole the pillowcase to clean,
..this mess I’ve made of someone else’s dream.
Now you’ve seen what I’ve done,
When the weight of all the world’s gone wrong again.
Gone wrong again.
This room is old and wise.
I fall onto the bed and wonder,
..”How did I get here?”
I was a little boy who would argue with a tree.
“Go ahead thump his head,
..he’ll turn back to normal.”
Now why is that what I see?
Don’t bother trusting me.
Don’t bother waiting.
Don’t bother changing things that won’t give into changing.
Just let me go away.
I’m packed.
Whenever.
Let’s go.
Whenever.
