Post Mortem

I sit alone reviewing the pages of this post mortem 
A report I no longer need
I dream of ways to get blood flowing through my veins
combat this boredom 
I know you watch and hope I still bleed 

I'm not alone
And I'm not scared 
And happy to report that no oneone cares
What you say or think I did
Your karma appears as the the color red

I can't see clear
shadows smoke wind and rain
All I can do is watch the phantoms we become 
You'll never have the pleasure of knowing
I promise
There's more to me than meets the eye
No reason to remember
wash away with the rain
In the back of my mind I'm still aware 
All I can do is watch the phantoms we become

Oh oh
I feel so free now but I wonder how
Oh oh
I let you watch me hunt me and take me down
Oh oh
I have no fragile heart of glass 
Oh oh
You have a place only in the past 

I sit and marvel how I mastered autum
But they called me out - a need for speed 
I dream of ways to get blood flowing 
through my veins
They always thought I was so dumb
This god damn time I disagree 
As I joyful sit in the back and watch them bleed

I'm not alone
And I'm not scared 
And I'm happy to report that no oneone cares
What you say or think I did
Your karma appears as the the color red

I can't see clear
shadows smoke wind and rain
All I can do is watch the phantoms we become 
You'll never have the pleasure of knowing
I promise
There's more to me than meets the eye
No reason to remember
wash away with the rain
In the back of my mind I'm still aware 
All I can do is watch the phantoms we become

Oh oh
I feel so free now but I wonder how
Oh oh
I let you watch me hunt me and take me down
Oh oh
I have no fragile heart of glass 
Oh oh
You have a place only in the past 

I'm not alone
He's by my side
And I'm not scared
Go on, wonder why
And I'm happy to report that no oneone cares
What you say or think I did
Your karma is forever black

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