FINAL PRAYER
I want to feel detachment
Utter and absolute
To wash my pain
In the rain
Feel it dissolve and dilute
I want stop the questions
That spin inside my head
Around and around
They'll ceaselessly hound
Me until I'm dead
I want to be on even keel
To not bob or sway
Instead roll and
Loop de loop
But it never goes away
I think if I took my head off
And washed it in the sink
My mind would clear
Of all the fear
And hurt that makes life stink
I want to freefall
For all eternity
To never hit
Or give a shit
Have total serenity
I want talk to god
And ask her why she did it
I'd fight and scream
And burst her dream
And show her how it really is
I feel the weight of the world
On my shoulders, on my soul
But I walk on the earth
The rocks and dirt
So the oxymoron seems rather fucked up to me
(Yeah so what it didn't rhyme...got love poetry)
I feel like the puppet with no strings
No will or fight left
But somehow I keep moving
And it isn't my doing
Cause I want to taste that sweet death
Just to stop
To drop
To flee
Not see
And cry
To die
With me
So easy
Just quit
And sit
And sigh
And lie
Not to wake
this has been copywritten by Dammuth Knight 2000
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