All I need is my music to put me to sleep..
The sweet melody to ease my worries
Sweep away my pain
&Silence the anger.
All I need is a kiss from you to quiet the world,
The chaos and destruction
The voices that force
Catastrophes of mild proportions.
The blood flowing through my veins
Threaten to quit
As the thoughts inside of my head
Beg to be silenced
And the violence
Beguiles the belief
That hope is of existence.
So I patiently wait my turn
To fade away
And fly into the distance
With the black birds,
My soul attached to their wings
As we surpass the dangers below..
Except, you see..
As….as I lie awake
In the darkness of the night
The moon envelops me
In an embrace of warmth and peace,
The vibrant sirens form a crease
In the platform of life, making me want to leave
Because all of a sudden, I can’t breathe
As my senses have been jarred.
I’m glued to the inevitability of the
Destruction&catastrophes of wild proportions
And I try to scream,
But what flies out are black butterflies
Of death, terror, angst
And now my music won’t rescue my aching soul
For the tears of Mother Earth have begun to drown it out.
Your touch won’t free me
For I’ve been detained by these shackles
My skin is being bruised
And my heart begins to crackle,
Ready to explode
Begging to implode..
&that is all I ask for
Grant me this wish and my pleading will end..
The sounds will cease
And perhaps I’ll be free..
I can taste it on my tongue,
A mixture of deep blood&dirty, dirty rum
I can feel my insides rotting,
My body willingly succumbs
&I won’t dare fight as I pray my time has come..
I can longer be fettered to the darkness
This world isn’t the same..
I thought I’d be rescued, but instead I’ve gone insane
My brain has collapsed
&you now live in vain
So I bid farewell
As my eyes close eternally
I can no longer inhale the brutality,
A formality of existing in this world
So it is by choice, I leave you in this filth
I’ve packaged up your kisses to get me through
I’ve bagged up your touch so I can remain anew
Refrain from being blue…
Blue as the sky that contains
The black birds.
Black as my soul that contains
Tar and mold
Of a world so cold.
Perhaps we’ll meet
In a realm filled with happiness,
We could use the change…
And so could the birds who remain
In their cage
Of a blue sky that serves as the world’s stage.
– Farrah Daniel