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2004-09-08 19:35:12 ET What about all the stories and the lies? Do you have anymore for me to fill up these senses failing and sit back waiting for me to rise flailing above the surface so I can breath wiping sweat thick as ink outfrom my eyes... What about all the simple truths denied like a long list of rejection notices to the poor for loans that were never there with nothing to fill their empty sighs... Easily corrupted and easily confused rarely pure lines you use are the placebo for the cure... empty the pockets of the weak and the willing to sell them a beginning... a check book of fake personas that allow for small changes to the one big lie that is your life... What about... what about the seconds that gasp and grip your tongue... the words you stole and the lives you took demand more than sleepless nights and pages of regrets that could fill a book... Driftless on the bottom rung of a staircase broken and cracked... what about then? Will you repave your way to the top with laundered truth only to risk the fall farther to the bottom like before? Like a hostage taken to the roof of his own abductor's saga of pain and misery except you've mistaken your role in this tragedy... what about when tomorrow comes? what then? Take my advice and just take the end now... the closing credits and the exit door... don't drop the clean words from the dirty mouth and rip the hole you tore before... But that would be too nice of an end even for you... an end to a pretty tale of a deceptive life on the edge... feet cautiously positioned with notice and care on your own shaky lies that mirror this ledge... Just jump and make the leap... the big step into the open air... the fall from grace... just to make things fair... accepting all the cuts in the rope that ties you to me... Severing evey ounce of strength in my hands to hold on... to risk going down with you... I don't want to take the blame... I don't want to die this way... I don't want... I don't need... I don't want to see... So answer me this... What then? |
