When the light goes out
what do you see?
your past glories
or your reason to wake up?
When your time is up
where do your eyes go?
another blow at the mist
or your fist become holding hand?
When you’re at your last stand
what does the scent whisper?
are you still seeking answers
or has it been one question too many?
When you’re faced with destiny
do your knees fall flat
let the sadness take the wheel
or do you feel Life ahead?
When your emotions are dead
do you let your head kill
the last stillness in your heart
or do you blast the music away?
When you’ve completely lost your way
does the next day smell like piss
while the hit lingers in your brain
or does the rain now taste like freedom?
When your soul hold the bars in prison
is there enough reason to go on
swimming in a pond of dirt
or does it hurt to even be born?
When all you hear is just scorn
does the storm feel like a haven
blatant lies in the brightest of light
or is the night filled with muffled shrieks?
When it is no longer OK to be weak
where do the sick and crippled go?
join the show with the clowns and absurds
or like the birds they can only wander?
When a day feels like forever
do you wonder where the hours went?
the hand hidden behind angel’s hair
or are the memories now too much to bear?
When you swear you’ll never give up
spend the years scrubbing bits of yourself
can you tell when the pain should stop
or have you opted to fight till you die?
t/p
