Signs of I
I feel like an Episcopal priest before losing his faith,
a traffic accident thrown in his face, renouncing
my faith even though my younger brother believes
I'm more than just a human being, I'm sort of a saint
without ever stepping a foot on a field, but why
does he still look up to me and all my bad habits?
Playing ballads against an empty glass of hope
thinking how mysterious this world really is
as crop circles engulf our minds with the
possibilities, but I guess happiness is a hoax
as I stare out this bedroom window laughing
at nightmares just to let the world know how
brave I am to peak out my once dry sheets
and stare out the window at the creepy silhouette
standing alone undearneath the midnight stars,
but don't be alarmed, I am not scared of a soul trying
to intrude on my ego, like if I am somehow exempt
from the rumors of mortality. I feel the footsteps
of strangers walking around in the shadows hiding
while dogs bark curiously at phantom noises coming
from the same place I just pointed my finger at.
Maybe it's a sign that we are not alone on this earth
or maybe it's a sign that nothing is furthur from
the actual truth. Boarding up windows makes me
feel safe but not invinsible on some rainy nights
when my newfound fright gets the best of me.
No matter where I hide, attic or basement, i'ts all
the same, I still yearn for my inhaler feeling like
a hostage ready to give my final words to the world
before I pass away into the toxic realm of SET,
swinging away into pity's arms, I'm acid to my own
self , toxin in my bloodstream. Listening to
beautiful sounds in the background as I begin to
tap on empty water glasses just to feel sane
before the asthma attacks my lungs and I loose
control as sounds begin to exchange questions
with my sanity. The sound of strings all around me
and I'm beginning to understand each note, the
reason why tonight on the bay of regret I float.
Copyright © Lanooz Zuenn | Year Posted 2012
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