So Damned Beautiful

I grasped a handful of death... More than enough to make it slip away. But only if I wanted... Only if I needed. Loaded the charge, And the sleek sliver of metal. Pressed it up against the city... Thats what happens. We live off of the work of the dead. A quick torque, And a cloud of smoke appears. Damn.. This is gonna kill me... Someday. So a quick glance... To the ocean is taken. That mist... Flying off of Poseidon's arm... Has looks that could kill. But I wont take it that way. It’s all too damned beautiful... To end it all. But all of it has to end... Someday. The tide is changing, And the tables are turned... Over. It hasnt gotten like this For awhile. But thats the cutoff.. A week.. is too much of a break. Shake my head.. In disapproval. For something... That isn’t even there. Paint my words on my chest And cry some naked tears. Under the falling rain. So much... At once. So many lost chances... For another step closer. Doesnt seem like... Anything can stay one way. So I cut all of the strings... That my puppeteer holds. Make my decisions for myself. Forget your intuition. Some...actually care... Some...take that handful of death, And flush it down the toilet. While you... Hand it forward so readily. It’s all so damned beautiful... But it all has to end... Someday. Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 04:34 AM PST   0 • 10