Harvest

Something.. Amiss. Not right.. Not now.. Why is this craving coming back Craving that wine.. Again.. The harvest is ready to be reaped. Pulsing.. No need to wait For fermentation. It’s taste..  already intoxicating. Already...blinding. Too bad these rips across my chest Didn’t reach to my heart. Too bad it feels like it’s gonna end.. And I wouldn’t mind.. But I know. I know. There’s so much more. Swallow it all down and let it digest. Fog out the past, present and whatever may come. Pull that cloud over my eyes again Glaze it all over.. Blinding myself to the shackles on my ankles and wrists.. Letting the nerves dangle at those places..  of contact. Let go.. I’ll heal by myself. Forget I exist. For a few days. So open the gates to the field Reap the harvest And scream as the wine flows all over you. I’ll give you..  My own hell to share. Part the sea in your mind. You think you’re your own God. Try and control everything, But I see right through your glass eyes. I’ll pull the cloud over my eyes for you. Not like i wanna hear your lies..  again. Not like what you say matters.. at all. Not like..  We’re gonna pay attention.. again. So leave.. Forget I’m here.. So leave.. Forget I’m here. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 01:06 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10