Death and doom both find there way in
Love and redemption start spreading thin
In a world were I lack love for another’s flesh, another’s soul
This world were we have to bleed to smile
A world were the only sure thing, is the moment
The moment that soon fades, and leaves us naked to the future
Maybe this is how I want it to be, since for once my insides aren’t cold and torn
But I just have to question the reasons behind my being born
Was it to live and endure pain, and lift everything I can up?
Is there more, is there less, am I looking too hard?
Any of these could ring true, but till I get struck by the winners blade I know not
We just can’t see what we have till it’s gone
When the gaping wound is right in front of us, we still just don’t get it
It’s gone, it’s over, and it’s all part of the past
So bring the truth of you to me, don’t let me bleed without sight
The sight of the blood that is drawn from a wound never let heal
A wound I till late managed to hide from my own eyes, and maybe also yours
So cant away that pain today, for from it you have managed some joy
So let the blood drain from your life, as all the joy takes its turn
You fear the inevitable, and yet you can’t enjoy today
I’ve got a few months left to live, so passing from this land and another shall appear
You won’t notice what I am till I am gone, or at least not how much I meant
At this point it may sound as though I talk to another, but this is my own subconscious trying to get through
to me
I try to resist that I am happy, I try to resist that I am surely lacking pain
Once I forced the pain unto myself, and the scars it left are deep
But I learned I get enough pain from living, and I need to hurt me naught
We need a balance to see what we have, and all I ask is to see it before it’s all gone
Don’t let the most precious thing slip from your fingers due to short sightedness
Don’t let me die before we can have one last final embrace
Don’t let me die before you see what I am
I bring you happiness, I bring you joy
Don’t cast me away like your old broken toy
Don’t cast me down without one last fucking chase, to redeem myself and the joy I am
Don’t cast away the little love sparkle that you’re longing to feel.

Richard DeLong
5-28-98