| It was problematic at best to perceive existence with a myopic lens I embedded
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| into myself
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| My lack of gestures limited the effectiveness of my delivery and all she begged
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| for was deliverance
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| Just soft, eloquent passages that provided closure. |
| Not answers, just closure
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| And I somehow fashioned together an array of broken glass that looked enough
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| like a vase that it would pass
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| And she would find a way to keep her roses watered and alive again,
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| when deep down I was broken
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| Prized among the lacklustre thieves immune to pain but pain by immunity
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| She beckoned me and she lessened me because no other love would accommodate my
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| blind fold so easily
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| And I was afraid of change, but I was afraid of not changing
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| I was afraid of change, but I was afraid of not changing
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| Then a quick flood of blood infecting my brain, dashboard you, dashboard blank
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| slate
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| My narrow lens no longer mattered, no longer weighed in and neither did your
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| fear, or your insecurities, or your smile
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| Because in three seconds fate circumvented a concrete divider, followed by
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| seven seconds of nervous prayer, nervous cursing, nervous something
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| As poisonous as the snake it came from the oppression presented on my God
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| forsaken lies limited it even more
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| Followed by seven seconds of promising myself if I survived I would stop
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| bargaining I would stop pushing off effort in exchange for more time,
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| I would stop neglecting civil spiritual and personal duties or promises,
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| which ever it may be, neither seemed likely at that point
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| Followed by two seconds, the longest two seconds I’ve ever experienced of lying
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| to myself, lying to my God and lying to you
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| The words «I love you"seemed so broken and so inaccurate and the words «I promise"seem so trite and so distant.
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| But so foolish a passenger caught up in this accident, nothing mattered beyond
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| the fact that I was damaged and I was hurting physically
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| Yet somehow I found the strength to thank my God I was a survivor and that’s
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| when I heard the fate of the driver
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| Three seconds later, closure, not answers. |
| Just closure.
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| Lost in the wreckage as a soul ascended, I love you
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| Lost in the wreckage as a soul ascended, I love you
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| And every day I wish we could trade places; |
| because you were the first person
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| that loved me in any real way, and now I stand six feet above where you lay
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| And if I get one thing right in this life I pray that it’ll be sharing love
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| with everybody, the same love that you shared with me.
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| You call me down here and I hear your voice and the sound of my heart breaking
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| and I pray to God you’re still awake
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| And I taught myself how to forget that sometimes life will try to convince you
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| there’s a such thing as regret
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| But I found it to be a lie, the same lie I found when I looked in your eyes
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| after it was said and done
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| Scream hallelujah until you come alive, the devil came for our lungs but he
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| left with our love
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| Scream hallelujah until you come alive, I inhaled this world for so long that I
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| tore out my lungs |