03-31-2011, 07:46 AM
The beige envelope with invitation,
the start of my nightmare
All us friends we shall go
To the hill shall we go?
The hill of love,
for those with companion
The hill of life,
for those who can embrace
The hill of hell,
for those without pair
The hill of torture,
for those who cannot share
I reply: With great reluctance I shall tread,
this godforsaken land of dread
Treat me right or I’ll be gone
No more I to pity on.
Although with friends,
I stand alone
The friends with flesh,
Yet I, a bone
Left abandoned,
I walk on
To see the valley
Of the far beyond
Up the hill I hike,
The cliff my journey’s end
Up this broken pigeon goes,
Ignored by all the beloved peacocks
I arrive at my destination
On the edge I can see
All that is, and all that won’t be
All that I see, is an ocean of me
My life a sea, my waves of grief
My tears crashing rapidly
My torrents of despair
And the tide of a broken soul
No fish swimming,
Not worth living
Everyone ignorant to my fate
Off the cliff the decision I make
I feel free, I feel free
Falling is my destiny
Although I see
My ocean of me
I’m glad to no longer be
My fate disrupted by a cat,
The cat whose always got my back
Just two seconds my end so near
Better feed you, Irene my dear
Awake I walk down the street
Just to find a kitty treat
I look left and all I see,
A handsome couple under a tree
I look right to ignore,
Yet I see a gun store
In there lies my fate
That .45 a tempting bait
I won’t accept that ugly fact
‘cause there’s no one to look after precious my cat
I smile, I walk
I ignore
I walk on, I walk on
I walk on, I walk on
Lovelace out...
the start of my nightmare
All us friends we shall go
To the hill shall we go?
The hill of love,
for those with companion
The hill of life,
for those who can embrace
The hill of hell,
for those without pair
The hill of torture,
for those who cannot share
I reply: With great reluctance I shall tread,
this godforsaken land of dread
Treat me right or I’ll be gone
No more I to pity on.
Although with friends,
I stand alone
The friends with flesh,
Yet I, a bone
Left abandoned,
I walk on
To see the valley
Of the far beyond
Up the hill I hike,
The cliff my journey’s end
Up this broken pigeon goes,
Ignored by all the beloved peacocks
I arrive at my destination
On the edge I can see
All that is, and all that won’t be
All that I see, is an ocean of me
My life a sea, my waves of grief
My tears crashing rapidly
My torrents of despair
And the tide of a broken soul
No fish swimming,
Not worth living
Everyone ignorant to my fate
Off the cliff the decision I make
I feel free, I feel free
Falling is my destiny
Although I see
My ocean of me
I’m glad to no longer be
My fate disrupted by a cat,
The cat whose always got my back
Just two seconds my end so near
Better feed you, Irene my dear
Awake I walk down the street
Just to find a kitty treat
I look left and all I see,
A handsome couple under a tree
I look right to ignore,
Yet I see a gun store
In there lies my fate
That .45 a tempting bait
I won’t accept that ugly fact
‘cause there’s no one to look after precious my cat
I smile, I walk
I ignore
I walk on, I walk on
I walk on, I walk on
Lovelace out...