Stung Eye ([info]stungeye) wrote,
@ 2002-04-09 12:37:00
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Current mood: devious
Current music:Kleenex Girl Wonder - Why I write such good songs

Wise words sometimes feel like lies when they're heard...
I wanted to help the boy from the previous entry...

This is what I told him:

the hour is half empty
your stomach should be half full
your skin could be quite itchy after that scrubbing with steal wool

but the wool was never stolen
and time's only in your head
counting down the seconds until you?re finally dead

the first meeting's at the church
the second, at the hidden hill
you bring the sacrifice and I'll bring the suicide pill

wear only the essentials
leave your ID back at home
the Armageddon suit is made entirely of foam

memorize the words of ritual
cross your heart and hope to fly
near the end of our ceremony you should see something in the sky

they are coming here to save us
bringing peace, happiness and joy
we can only take one child and it better be a boy

in their world there is no money
so before the ship you mount
remember to transfer your savings into this numbered account

on earth you live in terror
a world of fear made by your mind
you once asked me why I cared for you, (I was only being kind)

I knew you needed something
I'm your saviour and your knight
the final act might be painful but don't put up a fight

once the act is over
they will bring you into their lives
remember in their world you get to have 3 wives

so now I bid you farewell
I have many more to save
now you'll finally taste the greener grass that I know you crave




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Oh what a terrible burden
(Anonymous)
2002-04-11 03:08 am UTC (link)
As I sit before this bright computer screen
I can't help but think what might have been

Had I choosen a different path in life
would my life be less full of strife

Would I have a girl by my side
if I didn't let awkward moments slide

Would my bank account be full of numbers
if I didn't spend so much time in slumber

Could I work the job of my dreams
it doesn't exist so it seems

the choices we make in life everyday
affect us more then we think in every way

at the same time is there any worth
when war and violence engulf our tiny earth

it seems we will only just be ourselves
a simple yearbook picture on a dusty shelf

one must wonder if there's any point really
I guess simply put friends and family

Breaking down the barriers yo
Quix

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