Monday 11 August 2008

I'm sick, but I feel so good.

There’s voices in my head
They tell me I’m so dead
But because I sing a long
To the tune of their own song
So they let me be for now. At least.
But when the levee breaks
It will come underdone, tears
Frozen by the lonely one.

Veiled in white they pass me by
Twenty four lines - my watch is done
Over the hills now comes the sun
Burn me brother, burn me bright
This night has been a marish fright
The lingering sobs, the bloodshot eyes
The fear of loss before it dawns,
My heart it beats with what? I know not
Vengeance, love, jealousy, perhaps?
No it’s better
Its honour, its hope of better things yet.
The future it holds many regrets, just
One of many will this one be, the
Price of friendship is no match to beat.

2 comments:

Quaintzy Patchez said...

Whoa! :O

Awesome poem Bro!

No it’s better
Its honour, its hope of better things yet.

crystal ship said...

Price of friendship is no match to beat.
wow...dat is somthn.....nice piece f work...