Falcon2001 Posted March 1, 2002 Report Posted March 1, 2002 This is a poem that I'm singing as I go, and it's coming along fine so far... If this comes out sounding like it's being written about someone, it's not, believe me. Heck, this isn't even about me. Well...no. It is about me, but the events contained herein aren't exactly about me. But some of it is me, in my rawest and most barren form. Life's bitter mysteries Why'd they mean so much to me? A simple task and answers too I'm leaving me alone with you There's way too much time without hope And not enough time to sit and mope I'm losing all my sanity Too late to care, too little free Life's bitter mysteries Why'd they go and beat on me? Why's my best friend crying alone? Why's the repo man on the phone? Why's the world full of misery? Why's the end the beginning? I'm walking out of my back door And falling down on the cold floor Life's bitter mysteries Why'd they leave me suffering? What's with all the stupid jokes? What's with all the rum and cokes? The alchohol, the drugs, the whore The knowledge that I couldn't store Why's the heat feel so like ice, And why's your body feel so nice? Life's bitter mysteries Why'd they kill me and then leave? Why's my mother so damn afraid? Why're my friends all getting laid? What's with the moon alone and bare I touch you softly, caress your hair I always loved you, just not like that A friend, a friend, I owe you that Life's bitter mysteries? Why'd they fill me with disease? Why's my blood worth so much to you? Why do you care if I go through? Straight on through to the other side A release found only in suicide But once more the knife falls down And clatters on the hollow ground Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta
Guest Jess Posted March 3, 2002 Report Posted March 3, 2002 That last part better not be something that actually happened! As I've told you in the past, you don't have to understand it, you only have to accept it.
The Portrait of Zool Posted March 4, 2002 Report Posted March 4, 2002 That's a great poem! Don't let the bastards drag you down. Not that that has anything to do with anything... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.
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