Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 9, 2005 16:45:09 GMT -8
Explanation of piece: In Driver's Ed, we're watching videos (ha, we've actually moved up to DVD's. I'm amazed, too) on drinking and driving. I was looking around the class, and I was really ashamed of teenagers in society. The boys in our class we're laughing at a boy who was struggling to speak because he had a head trauma. They'd laugh at every single person who came on screen with some death injury. But, the biggest thing that hit me, are the these kids will never be the same. They'll never smile the same, think the same, or be able to comprehend life in the same manner. I always think of these things as what if it was somebody I knew. I mean, every one of those kids has a family, is a brother or sister, could be a boyfriend or girlfriend. They lost a future, but I guess that's what they say when the future is never really promised. Anyways, I was just thinking about it and this poem came out of it. Sorry it's so lengthy.
Death by Decay.
Death creeps around the violent turn,
you spin, you fall
and this time,
nobody’s going to be there to pick you up.
No one’s going to coat the truth with foil for distraction
shiny objects don’t appeal to you now.
They won’t lie to save you
you’re just too far past reality,
never returning to the one you thrived in.
People are trying to piece you back together, Humpty Dumpty,
but just like the fairy tale,
you’re forever living broken –
you’re forever living without the indescribable part your love said you had,
the you that stared back when no one else ever saw a breakdown.
Your personality.
Your smile.
Your laugh.
And you hadn’t even time to say goodbye.
Baby, this really is a shame.
They tried to be your savior, really.
They tried to be the unseen power you put your faith in.
Some call it God, but what are you calling it now?
Some people may look at you with rotting disagreement,
stating the argument He didn’t let you down,
you did –
you let everyone you ever passed down
everyone you ever loved
everyone you ever touched, spiritually or not.
The end, part one.
You spin further each day,
rebuilding yourself from the core on in.
Your reflection doesn’t scream your name,
but a nameless monster who took over without a proper introduction.
Your mother cries in silence when you lay sleeping
because she’s worried one day you’ll never wake up
you chest won’t rise
but fall,
just like all of your could be’s,
even your worst cannot’s.
You passed the tree
over the embankment,
rolling, rolling, rolling,
wishing you never would have stopped.
The truth is, you don’t even remember what caused this,
you can’t begin to comprehend the stupidity you engulfed that night
in the cool aluminum can
and cold, wet bottles.
Memory doesn’t serve its purpose anymore,
by the time you get this far in your story,
it will just be a legend –
you won’t even remember how it started.
Maybe this is insomnia
the point in life where you’re never asleep,
but are never, ever really awake.
Maybe this is havoc,
when you decide to stop feeling
and never began a thought.
Death creeps around the violent turn,
you spin, you fall
and this time,
the only one not picking you up is you.
You’re the one begging for lies because you don’t have the strength to hold the truth.
You’d never do such a task,
you think before your actions
that wasn’t you.
And you’re right,
that wasn’t, but this is –
dying by decay.
Death creeps around the violent turn,
you spin, you fall
and this time,
nobody’s going to be there to pick you up.
No one’s going to coat the truth with foil for distraction
shiny objects don’t appeal to you now.
They won’t lie to save you
you’re just too far past reality,
never returning to the one you thrived in.
People are trying to piece you back together, Humpty Dumpty,
but just like the fairy tale,
you’re forever living broken –
you’re forever living without the indescribable part your love said you had,
the you that stared back when no one else ever saw a breakdown.
Your personality.
Your smile.
Your laugh.
And you hadn’t even time to say goodbye.
Baby, this really is a shame.
They tried to be your savior, really.
They tried to be the unseen power you put your faith in.
Some call it God, but what are you calling it now?
Some people may look at you with rotting disagreement,
stating the argument He didn’t let you down,
you did –
you let everyone you ever passed down
everyone you ever loved
everyone you ever touched, spiritually or not.
The end, part one.
You spin further each day,
rebuilding yourself from the core on in.
Your reflection doesn’t scream your name,
but a nameless monster who took over without a proper introduction.
Your mother cries in silence when you lay sleeping
because she’s worried one day you’ll never wake up
you chest won’t rise
but fall,
just like all of your could be’s,
even your worst cannot’s.
You passed the tree
over the embankment,
rolling, rolling, rolling,
wishing you never would have stopped.
The truth is, you don’t even remember what caused this,
you can’t begin to comprehend the stupidity you engulfed that night
in the cool aluminum can
and cold, wet bottles.
Memory doesn’t serve its purpose anymore,
by the time you get this far in your story,
it will just be a legend –
you won’t even remember how it started.
Maybe this is insomnia
the point in life where you’re never asleep,
but are never, ever really awake.
Maybe this is havoc,
when you decide to stop feeling
and never began a thought.
Death creeps around the violent turn,
you spin, you fall
and this time,
the only one not picking you up is you.
You’re the one begging for lies because you don’t have the strength to hold the truth.
You’d never do such a task,
you think before your actions
that wasn’t you.
And you’re right,
that wasn’t, but this is –
dying by decay.
