Post by MXB on Jun 12, 2006 6:35:42 GMT -5
The Haunting
I am on Death Row for a crime I never did
Here there are demons that taunt you day and night.
Witches that cast spells upon your mind and body.
Ghosts that haunt you in your times of rest, and your times of wakefulness,
Devils of all kinds, black ones, white ones, and red ones...
All dressed in fashions of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
As I sit subdued by the constant hammering of loneliness, desires come unannounced,
They laugh at the wish for them to go, yet stay.
They snicker as I reach back into the remembrance, only to find that somehow they
have distorted the memories of the touch, made foul the sweet kiss, and the loving,
The simplistic yet intricate, now mangled and tattered,
An image of my heart and soul.
Here death is not death, and life is not life,
Reality is pulled and twisted.
Time is slow, fast, noisy, silent.
Most of it disrespectful.
God is however still God, And I rely upon prayer, said without thought or conception.
You who are there, go as I, if not for the blessing of God.
And the most frightening to me,
For in spite of your own awareness of God, and His blessings,
You dare throw the first rock in silence,
Closing your eyes so as not to see the damage caused.
Protect your deam, protect your dream.
It's funny how you always see to hit the softest spot.
The spot that cries in the night,
The spot that dreams of running into the arms of his mother, or loved one.
The spot that would lend a helping hand to you.
The spot where the heart, spirit and soul comes to rest.
It's funny, each time I am hit I whisper
"There go I be it not for the blessing of God"
Yes, you see, you aren't as blessed as you think you are...
Rock thrower, I am on Death Row for a crime I did not do.
Here there are demons that taunt you day and night.
Witches that cast spells upon your mind and body.
Ghosts that haunt you in your times of rest, and your times of wakefulness,
Devils of all kinds, black ones, white ones, and red ones...
All dressed in fashions of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Funny how they look much like those outsiders who sing and dance at executions,
And those who get on T.V and campaign for murderous votes.
Blind see'ers. just in case'ers.
Gives sunshine to the shadows of doubt.
I sit knowing what I know, and can't speak, for fear has me tongue-tied,
Not of death,
But of you, the living lie,
Justice...
I am on Death Row for a crime I never did
Here there are demons that taunt you day and night.
Witches that cast spells upon your mind and body.
Ghosts that haunt you in your times of rest, and your times of wakefulness,
Devils of all kinds, black ones, white ones, and red ones...
All dressed in fashions of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
As I sit subdued by the constant hammering of loneliness, desires come unannounced,
They laugh at the wish for them to go, yet stay.
They snicker as I reach back into the remembrance, only to find that somehow they
have distorted the memories of the touch, made foul the sweet kiss, and the loving,
The simplistic yet intricate, now mangled and tattered,
An image of my heart and soul.
Here death is not death, and life is not life,
Reality is pulled and twisted.
Time is slow, fast, noisy, silent.
Most of it disrespectful.
God is however still God, And I rely upon prayer, said without thought or conception.
You who are there, go as I, if not for the blessing of God.
And the most frightening to me,
For in spite of your own awareness of God, and His blessings,
You dare throw the first rock in silence,
Closing your eyes so as not to see the damage caused.
Protect your deam, protect your dream.
It's funny how you always see to hit the softest spot.
The spot that cries in the night,
The spot that dreams of running into the arms of his mother, or loved one.
The spot that would lend a helping hand to you.
The spot where the heart, spirit and soul comes to rest.
It's funny, each time I am hit I whisper
"There go I be it not for the blessing of God"
Yes, you see, you aren't as blessed as you think you are...
Rock thrower, I am on Death Row for a crime I did not do.
Here there are demons that taunt you day and night.
Witches that cast spells upon your mind and body.
Ghosts that haunt you in your times of rest, and your times of wakefulness,
Devils of all kinds, black ones, white ones, and red ones...
All dressed in fashions of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Funny how they look much like those outsiders who sing and dance at executions,
And those who get on T.V and campaign for murderous votes.
Blind see'ers. just in case'ers.
Gives sunshine to the shadows of doubt.
I sit knowing what I know, and can't speak, for fear has me tongue-tied,
Not of death,
But of you, the living lie,
Justice...
