Monday, November 29, 2004

Vagueness- by: unknown forgotten

When it's pitch black
I can't see the smoke
And after awhile
My eyes adjust to the night
And I still can't see the smoke

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You are the ex-confidante turned acquaintance
Like shrapnel you came from nowhere
And sliced me to bits
You snuck up and took my legs
And lodged metal in my heart
I swear that here in this bunker
With my last bit of strength
I will put a bullet between your eyes

You were a chauffeur
A delivery messenger
You delivered the goods
And in turn ended up empty handed
Forced to walk home
And watch the turmoil to come

You were the all seeing eyes of god
Who could foresee it all before me
You asked me 'why not?'
I was ignorant in the moment
I moved too late
I lost the reward before it was apparent to me
Your trouble is all you do is shudder
You are no help when help is needed

You were the silent voice
That never spoke a word
Yet you spoke everything when no one was looking
And I have never met you face to face
The questions you supply are answers in themselves
You were always there but never seen
And incredibly hard to ignore in your absence

You were the child
You stood on the roof late at night
Watching the neighbors come home
Betraying your bed time and conscious
Defying your parents whose conviction was strong
You tasted life and sucked on it
Yet you came around eventually
After you saw your friends taste life and snort it
And that's why you ran

You were the early stages of life about to end
Your words were nonsensical
You were about to develop into something magical
But infiltrater's smothered you in your sleep
Put a plastic bag over your head
And watched you asphyxiate
At that point you were irrelevant

You were in the middle of it all
You knew nothing more than I did
Yet you were the problem all along
You were preyed upon and left for nothing
Just a broken soul and a new look at life that was less than before
I didn't see you for quite some time
Now you're back and figuring it out

You were always gone and never around
We'd pass in passing and talk about nothing
You saw life differently and wasted not a moment
You're still so afraid to stop moving that you are dyeing
A slave to the world and you get nothing back
Just a moment of depression every now and then
And a napsack

You're the one who tricked me one night
but now you're gone and that's alright
You were the devil in disguise


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