Take a card,
Any card.
Choose your destiny
Live your life.
Go as fast as you can and try not to fall.
-I know what I'm doing
-get out of my way.
Keep going higher
So high you can't breathe
You come down, falling
And land on your feet.
You're breathing quickly
You don't know why.
Your heart says, inside
-You're afraid to die.
You think for a minute
-That can't be right.
Death doesn't scare you
It makes things right.
Destroy my life,
Take away my pain,
For in this life I have nothing to gain.
Nothing to hope for
Nothing to see
No reason to stand under the old oak tree.
No reason to dream of summers to come,
Of places to visit,
Of the light of the sun.
Destroy my life
Take away my pain
Cleanse my soul
Make me whole again.
Take away my saddness
Take away my need.
Take away my sickness
Take away my greed.
Destroy my life,
Take away my pain.
Bury me now
You won't be to blame.
For, I'm already dead,
As dead as can be.
Like the poor deer lying
Beneath the old oak tree.
Sitting in a classroom
Walls coming in
Lights taking energy
That I need to begin.
They slowly fade and jump.
The lights crackle and fall.
The class left in darkness
As teacher's voice continues to call.
Life proceeds in darkness,
Nothing is amiss.
I'm the only one who notices
How much we are adrift.
Sitting alone in a corner
I stare and say nothing at all.
The teacher cannot see me
For no one sees me at all.
The darkness cloaks my existance
The light prevents my growth.
I only see darkness around me,
And to vanish I am loath.
The lesson contines to drag.
Students pay no attention at all.
They gape at the teacher blankly
Waiting for the bell 's last call.
The lesson conducted in darkness,
Teaches us how to hate.
A topic we've studied times before
That always keeps us late.
The lesson in the classroom
Is like all others before.
With discrimination and bullying
The moment you walk through the door.
Crouching at the back of the classroom,
No more than a shadow on the wall.
Above I see my body hanging limp
Suspended after death's fall.
Alone it stands
In a suspect moor.
Tall and grand
Like giants of yore.
Green luscious leaves
Litter its boughs.
No fruits to be seen
No knowledge of 'how'?
A vast wrinkled trunk,
The anchor of life.
Never stirring once
As with time comes strife.
Time passes things by
Except the old oak tree
Lost in the memory
Of an old reverie.
Never seeing
Never being
Never loving
Never leaving.
"And the lamp light o'er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor"
Never leaving
Never lying
Never loving
Never dying.
And the ghost within me crying leaves through ever open door.
Never being
Never dreaming
Never seeing
Never weaving
All my past together leaving tattered shadows on the floor.
"And my soul from out the shadows that lie floating on the floor
Shall be lifted, nevermore".
Biting cold,
Birds are flying.
People walking
Through the wood.
The mist is clearing,
On top of my hill.
The birds are flying
Flying on still.
The people are hunting,
Treading carefully.
Setting traps
In the wood.
Animals are hiding
From the people
Setting traps
In the wood.
Traps are snapping,
Set off by fault.
The hunters are smiling
Thinking they've won.