Death

Death is a funny thing. We are all afraid of it. No matter how brave we think we are, or actually may be, we are all afraid of the mysterious beyond, the pearly gates, the fiery depths. Face it, it’s terrifying. Until that moment comes when it is there, staring you down like a tiger with its prey, and you think that it might not be so bad. It may be better than the hell you have been living. It may be worse, yes, but there is also that chance that it may be better. No matter how small that chance is, it’s there all the same and you grasp it with every ounce of energy you have left. With all your will you hold on and don’t let go. And then it comes. Like a sudden crescendo to a classical piece it pounds at you like your bass drum of a heart and you know that its here. It has finally come. The moment we have all been waiting for is knocking at your door and your can either open it with a smile or wait for it to knock down that dinky door of your shitty apartment and take you any way. Death has come and it doesn’t take no for an answer.

Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes
See a brand new world
One for the takin’
And not the leavin’
One that has appeal
And not disgust

Open your eyes
See a brand new you
The person you always wanted to be
The one that you envied before
One that is just like you
And every thing you wished you could be

Open your eyes
See me waiting
Like I have been for so long
Patiently impatient
I tap and I twiddle
Hoping this is not the dream I secretly know it is.

Open your eyes
See the reality of now
The bombs and death
The hate and fear
The realness of blood on your wrists
And the blackness taking over now.