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The Acid Test

Contributed by Urizen on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 06:57:09 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

Come and help me
I'm feeling lost,
My soul spins away,
How can I say
I need you yeserday, tomorrow and today?
I'm that ship that never sails,
The loose feeling around your head,
A secret smile,
A breath of air
A murmer upon your lips,
I've known you hours it seems like years,
A day, a month has passed,
This feeling I have corrodes my nerves,
I'm finished before I start.

It's all destroyed and I'm waiting for that train,
To take me to nowhere, then back to your arms again.
The papers I've piled up
To sit and watch them burn,
Then throw away this tender ash,
I've nothing left to learn,
Twilight pushes the clouds away,
And I'm back at home again,
Water splashes my bone dry skin
My little toxic friend.

My soul sits and cries in the corner,
The headlights of the car,
A screech of brakes, tyre marks,
The feeling, I've come far.
You said the sun would never burn out and these rains would never dry,
You took me by my aching hands,
You had to ask me why.
I had no answer, I have no truth,
The past is just a lie,
The future's been written in a book just to pass the time.

Slowly the mask slips from the face,
And reveals a drunken man,
I don't feel right,
I don't feel safe,
Your wish; My command,
I'm not one to think at all,
I don't like to talk,
I was the flower seller in your dream,
You were always my last resort,

And now the curtain falls,
The crowds must go home,
I'll see you tomorrow,
Or the day after that,
As I pass your body by the side of the road.

Copyright © Urizen ... [ 2005-03-30 18:57:09]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Acid Test (User Rating: 1 )
by Cupid on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 07:04:33 PM AEST
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I think I know how you feel. If that was your aim.
It's a great write!

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