Withdraw by Christopher ShinDays slide and my mind is
gone as the world dreams fast.
When death looms like thickets
on the surrounding earth.
All the memories are gone,
and my thoughts of pasts
are gone with remorse as age
leaves me no better or worse.
Why is it that we crave death
when things are at it's worse,
but when we stare at her empty eyes
we suddenly find something
to love?
Is it irony that when death
is the only defining moment
we suddenly crash into the
sky above?
I want to live with nothing,
and when the gods have their
fill as I am their soap opera.
And I hope they choke on my
empty thoughts.
Cause the bullet calls and tomorrow
I have nothing,
and someday some person will pull the
trigger.
And the love that I want will spill
the tears I want.
And people will rise and clap and cheer,
and I will sigh my soul into the
dreams. 03/29/2008 Posted on 03/30/2008 Copyright © 2025 Christopher Shin
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