Epitaph at 5:00 AM
Carrying around my regrets like a spear in my chest
Talking to people who couldn’t care less
No mistress to which I can confess
My life under the condition of redress,
All those platitudes I’m not too vain to express
How long can it go on seems to be endless
We live in a world with a lying media and press
Deep in your eyes I can feel the distress,
The stars aren’t quite out yet here before dawn
Not yet time for the dew on the lawn
All self-control of my thoughts is gone
What I would give for an angel who is blonde,
Allowing her fair hair to brush my face
My fingertips caressing her lace
If only I hadn’t fallen from grace
Lost in the blur of this vermin race,
Oh my dear angel if you would come to me
Even in dreams where my soul is set free
Lord, will I have ever earned my decree?
It’s all tragic but admittedly funny,
Again, again, and again a definition of my insanity
Like the sweet sap dripping from a maple tree
The cool early morning air calls to me
Wish I could heal the blind so they could see.
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