A Message Inside
© jhene erwin 2003 all rights reserved
I’m only half awake.
Another nightmare weighs on my chest.
This time I couldn’t save her
from the demons who deny me rest.
There’s a message inside.
From it I get high.
I sick of the ride.
The stink and the slide.
Can’t ignore
the guilt, the sore.
Don’t kid yourself
this is war.
Tonight’s another chance
when I slip under
to steal back
all they took from her.
Found a four leaf clover,
a rusty horse shoe.
Found a lucky penny
then I found you.
My palms haven’t sweat
since the day we met.
Thought you were salvation
the birth of my creation.
There’s a message inside.
From it I get high.
I sick of the ride.
The stink and the slide.
Can’t ignore
the guilt, the sore.
Don’t kid yourself
this is war.
I’m so tired of tryin’ to prove
that you’re my destiny,
that the truth just isn’t true
that I’ve got nothin’ to lose.
The things that we said.
The devils we fed.
Our dignity bled.
The taint of our bed.
You’re the same man
I’ve met all my life.
I can’t go on pretending
there’s no hurt in your bite.
You say you like the look of my face.
Helps your doubt erase.
Into you I poured loyalty.
Thought you could...set me free.
I’m littered with your charms.
They drip from my arms.
My shoulders fold in awe.
Thought with you, I’d go far.
There’s a message inside.
From it I get high.
I sick of the ride.
The stink and the slide.
Can’t ignore
the guilt, the sore.
Don’t kid yourself
this is war.
Thought you were my amnesty.
That my liberty was under lock and key.
My throat was so dry.
I was drowning on my own lie.
From my lungs sails a cloud of ash.
Through barriers, I smash.
I frenzied and unspoiled.
Spilling out of the void.
