nerves (a dialogue)
i don't want to go
face facts
i dont want to go please
just relax
why not,you fear
you take those things dear
granted in your heart
what reason stands when
life and death two worlds apart
become one
the sun is a constant reminder
of warmth and light
the moon romantic passion
the grass now withering
sets a standard before you on this planet
the factories towers and businesses have raped her
watched her destruction
and cut themselves off
from natural selection
so i just thought that i
would take you and
make you face some equal measure
oh please i may pray
before this time still stands
with many now wiped and gone
far from this dear land
wasn't it you who said suffering makes one with a heart understand
aye it was me
but a younger self
who said some words
and joked in good health
but I must put you away
deep downin my cosmic box
to resurrect another day
as from the sod,with my socks
you will come around again
falling for the same mistakes
the same impulses in your brain
that cause me stress and nerve pain
i agree,im trembling
blistered, here im festering
waiting, listening
for the sound of the dust
taking wind from the trees
i will lock myself up
in a box far away
and if impatient
i bet ,so will the disease
face facts
i dont want to go please
just relax
why not,you fear
you take those things dear
granted in your heart
what reason stands when
life and death two worlds apart
become one
the sun is a constant reminder
of warmth and light
the moon romantic passion
the grass now withering
sets a standard before you on this planet
the factories towers and businesses have raped her
watched her destruction
and cut themselves off
from natural selection
so i just thought that i
would take you and
make you face some equal measure
oh please i may pray
before this time still stands
with many now wiped and gone
far from this dear land
wasn't it you who said suffering makes one with a heart understand
aye it was me
but a younger self
who said some words
and joked in good health
but I must put you away
deep downin my cosmic box
to resurrect another day
as from the sod,with my socks
you will come around again
falling for the same mistakes
the same impulses in your brain
that cause me stress and nerve pain
i agree,im trembling
blistered, here im festering
waiting, listening
for the sound of the dust
taking wind from the trees
i will lock myself up
in a box far away
and if impatient
i bet ,so will the disease
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