[Charlie]

Because I can't help myself,
my mind, it has no mental wealth,
my thoughts are left upon a shelf,
to drown,
upon the crown of my own unfeeling,
the cards that my life's dealing,
are jokers..

The pokers....
The merrymakers,
the ultimate pisstakers,
and all the things that I mistake as..
mates' o' mine,

the contact breakers in my mind..

love
and
hate
and
love
and
hate
and
love
and
hate
and......

My mistakes...

Here they are upon a plate,
the thirst will not insatiate,
my love, my hate,
my give, my take,
and all the things I love to break,
are broken,
No words spoken,
just a physical token...
of a tear,
or a word I didn't hear..
and my greatest fear...
was to see your tears..

and you said..

this tear is my blood shed,
and upon my tears you have fed,
filled me with some mental dread,
these tears are for words once said..
but no more..

I knew the score..

so I say...

these tears rolling down my cheek,
are my tears for an outlook bleak,
yeah now I reach my mental peaks,
of hatred,
broken all the things held sacred,
to us..and me..

the things I thought were Heaven sent
and all the things I ever meant,
my truths my lies....all now spent,
the lines of love that I've now bent,
are out of shape,
for good...

and love and hate take on a different gait
the limp, the skip, the shoot from the hip,
the bloody nose and the fat lip,
tear me apart, and my heart rips...

like paper

and things taper..

to a point..
..............
..........
......
...
.

that
I can't see...
just my memory...
taking the piss from me..
because I couldn't see......
all the good cards dealt to me..

I'm in the fire,
I'm the prick, the liar,
and I'm the comprehensive trier,
that failed,
and bailed,
out..

[ 04-12-2003, 05:17 PM: Message edited by: Charlie ]