Reservoir Grunge

[maggot]

The premise is:

That I sit down and write tonight

The page before me blank and white

Today and all days I feel wrong 

Nothing’s right

I’ve traded sight for a copied copyright for some old

And bored forgotten song

Was I wrong? 

 

The demise is:

The price I paid and dealing with the pain delayed

And all the times I could have said

It was my fault the tears you shed

I didn’t, I couldn’t… this is the bed we’ve made

And the grave we’ve saved

To be shared at the end

Was I my friend?

 

The tune is:

The one that sung we approach my doom

I am in ruin

When running in place it’s

Hard to replace the swift

Slap to the face

And we begin to erase

What we’ve replaced

Have I disgraced this place?

 

The drain is :

Pitched downward and I arrive at this awkward train

Of thought that I could have swore you bought

And took to some other plain

I checked in late and stood you up for our last date

No vacancies can describe the discrepancies 

Have I been eaten by the lie detector?

 

The surprise is:

We foretold my demise and the skies spit forth

An obituary that couldn’t have made us prouder

The ghostly voices seeming louder

We find it hard to put to rest

I failed the test , you didn’t resist

Should I insist?

 

The moon is:

  Laughing and clapping as if on cue

Feeling alone along this narrow trail

I look to you to find my will 

Is in travail my thoughts off track 

My nerve third rail

 

The pain is:

Removed to the point that I can not see the origin

Of the paint that’s been sainted 

And The applause from above 

Is received and drenched by the rain

That’s dedication believed 

The doubters stand tall

I deceived them all

The smirk before the fall

It irks me to tell this tale

The beast wanders..

It’s blunders on display

Waiting for the day when it’s innocence is

 Deplenished I stopped at the shop

And asked for a discount

They proceeded to dismount the ideas that had been

Born in me

A new levity

 A sacrilegious sanctimony pouring forth

I can’t reconcile the birth

Of jealously

The ultimate insecurity

The unparalleled vision

This decision to switch

To the  division

 

I cut the switch

And feel the burn

Earned and deprived

Silent and proud

Of the things that I’ve learned  

 

© By maggot On 6/12/2011 7:06:51 PM