He, Alone, Is Waking
Only he will remain
With or without a song in his heart
He wakes up humming the tune of treason
Bitter, like the taste of the drugs that remain from the night before,
he walks a long road only to find himself at home
Can the night life be more than just a burdon?
Living like vampires, we makeout in shadows and feed off the moonlight.
Sometimes he stares at the posters on his walls
He looks for the meaning of what he can't even imagine
(Pill 1)
The sound of his heartbeat begins to play louder
(Pill2-3)
The world as he knew it is fluttering by softly
(Pill 4-6)
The music from the radio has become a voice in his head
(Pill 7)
He's falling asleep as the sun begins to rise
hating the way he breathes and the tears in his eyes
What if this is where the ground and he sky meet?
Is there a challenge in the clouds that only birds know about?
Trees don't grow from nothing,
they have start with something...
...and he wishes he meant as much as the seed.
Copyright © Myke Jones | Year Posted 2007
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