11-30-2015, 05:08 PM
[This is the third edit of this poem, edited once for conversion to lyrics, and once again, here, for readability as spoken word.]
With dawn comes the aching, as the strength I found in dreaming
shrugs off my shoulders like a tattered veil
and I’m afraid to open my eyes,
for I know just what they’ll find...
This air is infectious, leaves me breathless
struggling for the taste of oxygen
Lay down, stay down, and count to ten-
maybe tomorrow, I’ll try again
But the hours tick by, as daylight dies
cold tears sting in my eyes and dry, I
can feel my weary body giving up the fight...
What beauty I find, in the bars that cage me in
in the scars and gleaming scars, that decorate my skin
and the black behind my eyes is beginning to seep out-
streaming down my cheeks- it’s time to sleep now
And I will close my stinging eyes, and no more prayers
will tell their sorry lies,
to keep me alive
And it smells of the sick: this dreary room where my whole life sits, I
wont mourn the loss of another day, it’s just one day less...
Of wasting away, now
I'll die
...so quietly
And I could say that I’m not hurting anymore,
but I’m not getting better, and god, my bones are sore
While the words I can’t stutter have turned my tongue to stone
around my toughened heart, I’ve built a shambled home
But oh, the beams are creaking, the floors and ceilings leaking,
I can hear the walls, they’re speaking, they will bury me alive
There’ll be no light...
I’m buried under heaps of flesh, of muscle, sinew, meat and bone
none of which can help me, 'cause this place is not my home
all I wanted was a safe space, to rest my head
but this weary house is burning down,
It smells of the sick and sings songs of the dead
Eyelids falling heavy, I exhale my sick vapors
while I watch my body pale, my skin frail as damp paper
each silver scar, splitting me open, bleeding out my illness...
each passing drop, so deep and black, it threatens me with stillness
And I will say goodbye, and no more prayers
will tell their sorry lies
to keep me alive
I try to avert my eyes
and thank my bitter tears
for drowning out the sight
while I cursed my body for failing me
it cursed me for the things I never let you see
...and now it decomposes, beckons for the rats and roaches
to love it like I never did
warm eyes and
soft skin
It’s time to sleep forever in this wretched bed I’ve made
my veins are pouring forth black ink to decorate my grave
never thought I’d go unwilling into this good night
pleading frantic silent prayers that just don't
come out right
I’ll send my sweetest prayers on soft beating wings
to find you, hold you, and
take away the sting
if there’s no life left, in the songs I sing
then wrap them up, and bury them with me
so quietly
[This is my first post here at the pigpen, and this is kind of on the mild side as far as my writing goes. Just wondering if heavier, more graphic(not senseless or gratuitous) stuff will be welcome/appropriate. I'm so happy to have found this place.]
Also, here's the video if anyone wants a listen to the song version: Youtube- Sanctum Atra
With dawn comes the aching, as the strength I found in dreaming
shrugs off my shoulders like a tattered veil
and I’m afraid to open my eyes,
for I know just what they’ll find...
This air is infectious, leaves me breathless
struggling for the taste of oxygen
Lay down, stay down, and count to ten-
maybe tomorrow, I’ll try again
But the hours tick by, as daylight dies
cold tears sting in my eyes and dry, I
can feel my weary body giving up the fight...
What beauty I find, in the bars that cage me in
in the scars and gleaming scars, that decorate my skin
and the black behind my eyes is beginning to seep out-
streaming down my cheeks- it’s time to sleep now
And I will close my stinging eyes, and no more prayers
will tell their sorry lies,
to keep me alive
And it smells of the sick: this dreary room where my whole life sits, I
wont mourn the loss of another day, it’s just one day less...
Of wasting away, now
I'll die
...so quietly
And I could say that I’m not hurting anymore,
but I’m not getting better, and god, my bones are sore
While the words I can’t stutter have turned my tongue to stone
around my toughened heart, I’ve built a shambled home
But oh, the beams are creaking, the floors and ceilings leaking,
I can hear the walls, they’re speaking, they will bury me alive
There’ll be no light...
I’m buried under heaps of flesh, of muscle, sinew, meat and bone
none of which can help me, 'cause this place is not my home
all I wanted was a safe space, to rest my head
but this weary house is burning down,
It smells of the sick and sings songs of the dead
Eyelids falling heavy, I exhale my sick vapors
while I watch my body pale, my skin frail as damp paper
each silver scar, splitting me open, bleeding out my illness...
each passing drop, so deep and black, it threatens me with stillness
And I will say goodbye, and no more prayers
will tell their sorry lies
to keep me alive
I try to avert my eyes
and thank my bitter tears
for drowning out the sight
while I cursed my body for failing me
it cursed me for the things I never let you see
...and now it decomposes, beckons for the rats and roaches
to love it like I never did
warm eyes and
soft skin
It’s time to sleep forever in this wretched bed I’ve made
my veins are pouring forth black ink to decorate my grave
never thought I’d go unwilling into this good night
pleading frantic silent prayers that just don't
come out right
I’ll send my sweetest prayers on soft beating wings
to find you, hold you, and
take away the sting
if there’s no life left, in the songs I sing
then wrap them up, and bury them with me
so quietly
[This is my first post here at the pigpen, and this is kind of on the mild side as far as my writing goes. Just wondering if heavier, more graphic(not senseless or gratuitous) stuff will be welcome/appropriate. I'm so happy to have found this place.]
Also, here's the video if anyone wants a listen to the song version: Youtube- Sanctum Atra
