Shackled to a couple of dead men then thrown off from a boat
The River Styx is so polluted with lost and abandonned souls
Screaming bullets riddle the twighlight piercing holes into the night
Incarceration within a bubble ready to burst inside my mind
The language barrier thickens as communication begins to die
Am I being disassembled, disconnected, sent to a desert and classified
Because I am nothing but an empty shell a former image of myself
Just give my hands a loaded bible and I will shoot my way through hell
Where prayers echo into the infinite, but are as shallow as a cell
So sit upon your angry chair where noone cares to hear the stories that you tell
The Deciever likes to whisper the wrong choice into my ear
But I believe remorse leads to redemption so I shall not fear
You see I am not frightened by darkness and I am not afraid of heights
I was nurtured in a dark womb and from birth Ive been reaching for the sky
Peripheral vision is no illusion, because I can see you by my side
Just give me the stripes that I came for and let me do my time
Because Im dying to get what I came for
...and I am ready to die to keep what is mine
3rdB & 5thM
Fallujah 2/24/05
~ JJF~
Comments (16)
Powerful write...scary too.....Kathy
in my experience, a new image and awareness emerge
in the light of darkness...
from the place of inner wisdom, deception is not
possible
ty for sharing your write with us,
Vincent Price must be jealous at you
on the other side.