i knew a man, i 'm proud to say
but he couldn't live in a world he couldn't see
the laws of life, it 's ways are cold
hidden patterns genetic mold
no one seemed to know for sure
a knowing look of falling to death 's door
living unreal, time is to steal
booking passage on a journey unknown
blackened veins of nihilistic sadness
a painted mask substance induced gladness
with a spike or from a bottle
tiny cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotter
he was a man, was fear's machine
sickness don't fail, don't succumb to self-esteem
unseen vessel, undreamed flight
no one knows if you were wrong or if you were right
r.i.p. h.b.
[dedicated to dough (h.b.) caldwell - r.i.p.] |