They're only here because I wrote them!

Goodnight

cry, my sweet baby, let it all out
please come to mummy or daddy... why not?
what's wrong little one?
why wont you tell me?
i love you so much...
but you never tell me...
Each night as i sleep, i hear your sad cry
its calling to save you, but i cant reply
if you tell me the matter, maybe i can help
why can't you hear me? i'm killing myself
just trying to make out those words from your mouth,
but i cannot read your mind or your thoughts
you have to please tell me... what can i do?
i hate so much hearing you cry as you do
i'm closing my eyes, i'm closing my ears
i just cant go on... cant keep hiding my tears...
i'm searching my bathroom, i'm taking this out
a small plastic bottle... i'm having my doubts...
but they're passing by. i know what to do.
just tip your head back, and let them fall through
its only a minute when shit starts to happen...
i fall to the ground... i wanted a gun...
5 minutes pass by, and then i'm asleep...
i've answered your prayers, now i'll rest in peace
i'll see you soon, babe, you dont have to cry
just gimme a minute.
a minute.

©Mit 2000

You Didn't Stay

do you hear the call?
she's calling out to you.
do you hear the call?
but you're blind.
don't know how to see, how to hear
so how do you know she's calling?
and how do i know she's calling?
hush now.
listen closely. watch her.
she's calling out to you.
she's calling for your help.
Will you help her?
But she looks fine... that's weird
why does she want your help?
Nah.. I'm just dreaming...
plus you're late for your hair appointment.
They're gonna charge you extra for keeing them waiting.
So you walk past the pretty young lady,
who's getting looks from all the guys.
Lucky girl! Wow she's pretty.
Man... am I on something?
She looks just fine from here
chatting with her friends.
But that's not happiness.
You walked past this young girl
with so much to live for.
You almost saw her in the next fashion magazine
that you get every month.

The next day's local news comes in.
You sit over it with your coffee in the morning
Thinking what a busy day you got ahead of you
You notice the picture
on the front page.
It's the same girl you saw yesterday in the park.
Then you read.
And your heart stops for a moment.
They found her lying across a railway line
Streaks of blood smeared across her neck
and her Versace top.
Oh Christ... that's not a smear...
that's been cut off by something blunt.
like a train wheel.
So why has her pale face got a beautiful smile on it?
There was something in her pocket.. a little note.
It read
"Help... I love you, mum and dad"

©Mit 2000

The Wishing Well

there's a special place
in my town
people call it different names...
its nice there.
So I'll sit there sometimes...
maybe she will too.
And if she does, we can sit and talk for hours.
She'll know me, and I'll know her
And we'll get married and have babies
all in that little place
in one short evening.
One short, autumn evening with the sun setting
Turning the sky a golden red...
As nightfall approaches and it's time to go home.
And you'd think
"that was the most wonderful evening you've ever had in your whole life"
And you'd be right.
It was, and is, and will be.
Forget all your nights out on the town... last weeks's one night stand
Waste of time.
Waste of effort.
Just sit here with me
And you'll see just what a wonderful spot this is.

©Mit 2000

You

looking for some time
some space
a little space in time.
or is it time in space?
maybe its the same thing.
Either way, I still have no clue
If i have space and time, then I can do stuff
But then i need stuff to do stuff
and if i dont have stuff, then i can't do stuff
So I have to realise what i want and what i need

I think I need you.

©Mit 2000

A friend

A friend once said:
"Sometimes life throws you a piece of gold"
And maybe it does.
But if life's thrown stones at you,
they hurt.
Some you can throw back,
Some you can't.
And sooner or later you walk on
with your eyes closed.
And stones hit you, and you don't throw them back.
And stones lie on the floor,
and you hurt your feet stepping on them.
And gold hits you.
But you don't know its gold, so you pass it by.
With your eyes closed.
And until you're brave enough to open them,
Stones will hit you.
And they will hurt.
But don't fall down,
Cos you'll never get back up.

©Mit 2000

Fury
fury is a strange machine
it feels so deep and hides within
it drowns you in its swirling ocean
where you will die till you decide

fury grabs you by the throat
chokes you till you've given up
you dont give up, you feel its pain;
its raw untinted cruel domain

this blinding fury borne of none
will crush you until you succumb
to peace and calm and buzzing flies
and lilies on the grave

©Mit 2003