Tsekuva
30th June 2002, 09:16
I once walked a path, a long time ago;
That was strewn with delight and innocent smiles
Fleeting memories of happiness abounded
And sorrow was not to be found
A kiss was just a kiss and love still young
Hurt and despair were forgotten in comfort and joy
No one knew the meaning of hate
And every child’s mother baked the best cookies
That path is lost to me now; it seems so long ago
A tangle of emotions and a cold stone floor
Are all that remains of a palace so grand and secure
That once was impenetrable, even by the monster under the bed
A huddled figure I have become, struggling to keep warm
The merciless wind bites scornfully at my damp cheeks
Mocking the tears that once flowed like steaming rivers
While the pain was still fresh, before my heart grew callused
Why must I bear this pain that threatens sanity?
What was my crime that these scars were punishment for?
To this question I have no answer, and from it no rest
Only a bitter memory of words spoken in anger
As the shadows close in, I am left with the desolate thought
Of the disposition of man to violence and anger
When words could have so easily mended the rifts
That in themselves could have been avoided, if love were real
A night’s lonely solace I am guaranteed at last
A speck of dim light fades slowly as my pride stifles it
For none must know of my pain if I am to live
A man such as I, plagued by the need for comfort? Never.
And with the fading of hope I watch the sun set
Another life waning listlessly in a sea of darkness
Could all of this have been avoided? Could anything change?
Or have I suffered in vain, only following in the footsteps of pain?
The poison works my body, causing me to double up in anguish
A crystal vial falls from my numbing fingers
Shattering upon the rocky ruin that once was my home
Blood oozes slowly from my mouth, staining the ground
My last view before my eyesight fails and night falls
Is that of a lone sparrow struck down by a hawk
The irony hits me, yet still I smile as life fades
For I am welcomed now into the arms of oblivion; no more pain.
At last.
That was strewn with delight and innocent smiles
Fleeting memories of happiness abounded
And sorrow was not to be found
A kiss was just a kiss and love still young
Hurt and despair were forgotten in comfort and joy
No one knew the meaning of hate
And every child’s mother baked the best cookies
That path is lost to me now; it seems so long ago
A tangle of emotions and a cold stone floor
Are all that remains of a palace so grand and secure
That once was impenetrable, even by the monster under the bed
A huddled figure I have become, struggling to keep warm
The merciless wind bites scornfully at my damp cheeks
Mocking the tears that once flowed like steaming rivers
While the pain was still fresh, before my heart grew callused
Why must I bear this pain that threatens sanity?
What was my crime that these scars were punishment for?
To this question I have no answer, and from it no rest
Only a bitter memory of words spoken in anger
As the shadows close in, I am left with the desolate thought
Of the disposition of man to violence and anger
When words could have so easily mended the rifts
That in themselves could have been avoided, if love were real
A night’s lonely solace I am guaranteed at last
A speck of dim light fades slowly as my pride stifles it
For none must know of my pain if I am to live
A man such as I, plagued by the need for comfort? Never.
And with the fading of hope I watch the sun set
Another life waning listlessly in a sea of darkness
Could all of this have been avoided? Could anything change?
Or have I suffered in vain, only following in the footsteps of pain?
The poison works my body, causing me to double up in anguish
A crystal vial falls from my numbing fingers
Shattering upon the rocky ruin that once was my home
Blood oozes slowly from my mouth, staining the ground
My last view before my eyesight fails and night falls
Is that of a lone sparrow struck down by a hawk
The irony hits me, yet still I smile as life fades
For I am welcomed now into the arms of oblivion; no more pain.
At last.