This came up in today’s reminders on the FaceSpace. Looks like a day for blog posting.
This is a song directly after a break-up (two months or so) to the point where I was moving on, I think. There’re some themes that have traveled to other songs and poems, but I like this. I don’t recall writing it.
As an added bonus, there’re some Dark Tower references here.
Enjoy!
glad to be a part of something bigger
when all I can think of is myself
I would like to stop thinking of her
but I’m accustomed to this hell
flames lapping up about my feet
as she pours on gasoline
how I tied myself so tight to this tree
no wonder I cannot be free
oh how the fire it keeps on burning
oh unto a crispy black
all these things I should be learning
if I could only have her back
all the while I’ve been plotting
how I can triumph from this test
all these hecklers are a’watching
as I dance the dance of death
throw upon those useless branches
as smoky ‘membrances rise higher
there go my bridges with my chances
as my vision’s growing tired.
oh how the fire it keeps on burning
oh unto a crispy black
all these things I should be learning
if I could only have her back
calling out across the courtyard
calling out across the square
as my breath escapes me so hard
calling up into the air
someday soon I shall be born again
like a phoenix from the ash
I plead for all the help that you can send
so I can let go of my past