The Things My Sadness Brings: Part 2

Will this song be instilling in me some peace 
That has only been felt by the deceased
Or is this just another disaster of clumsy chords
And am I just screaming redeeming my place 
On top of the pedestal of fools 
Again this isn’t what I had in mind 
This falls just short of my goal

In truth my mind’s a black hole
Sucking me in with every single thought 
Give it a round of applause because from it this song was brought
It has sought to be heard and finally it has took the form of word
Has it also infected you with some cryptic thoughts
That have been jumbled together and rumbled through my lips
I know I am just the vessel and I’ve already crossed the threshold
But o was bold and sold my soul
In order to the words that I hold
Some of us are just cast from a different mold

Now I gasp to find the last few words
And I hope it’s silent as you drive towards home, where ever that maybe
Because there is a new voice in your head and it sounds similar to me
It’s singing loud and out of key 
Instilling in you some residual feelings
The you begin thinking “If he did it why can’t I”
But then you realize there’s that girl by your side
Staring intently with eyes wide
Unlike me your heart has a place to confide 
And to cry in and hide until the pain subsides 

As for me I will ride home with my mind
And some stranger that I find
We will sip our wine she will slip off her dress
She will soon learn she was just to help pass the time
Her name will soon slip my mind
I just wish for the warmth of a whisper
In these freezing months that have eclipsed us

I guess I’ll settle for this old stage which is my display case
I try, I try to make my case 
But the lies I sing are just some old parlor tricks
I hope they will suffice for all of the apologies I missed or forgot to give
So now I’ll just scream with blackened lungs
In some old forgotten tongues about my misery 
Please save your sympathy because it will be wasted on me

Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006

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