I Have Some Words for the SkyA Poem by James WellsSo just sit on your couch as the rain drops hit the floor. And I'll anxiously await another closing of a door. I don't expect a window to open up, no, no, no. I just expect to be kept up all night with the thought of what I'm dreaming of. So wait for the sickly sweet parasites to crawl into your brain. Making you a slave to the politics and the swiftly sinking plague. I don't expect you to understand a single thing that I am saying. I just expect you to keep on staring, keep on staring, keep on staring. So bring down the sky. Every sun and moon collide. Remember the thought you had, When you sold your soul to a God that's hand in hand. So take some time to focus on the ghost that paces these dirty halls. Hear her voices as it shrieks and cries, her hopeless deathly calls. I don't see an ending in sight to all the things that you have helped to burn. I just see a sphere of discontent as you're destroying all we've learned. And maybe then, you'd think, before our ship begins to sink. And you'd say, hey hey, maybe things could change today. But they won't, they won't, this sickness starts to choke. All your dreams, all your screams, will be caught up in your throat. So bring down the sky. Every sun and moon collide. Remember the thought you had, When you sold your soul to a God that's hand in hand. I won't save you. I'm no savior, just a man that writes these songs. I won't save you. I'm no messiah, just a sick man that'll try ya. I can't save you. I'm no healer, and no believer. I can't save you. I can't save you. And I wouldn't save you. © 2013 James WellsReviews
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StatsAuthorJames WellsO'Fallon, MOAboutI'm just looking to keep people entertained. It's important to me that I do as much as I can to give hope to the hopeless. We need it the most. But I also do say some comedic things occasionally, b.. more..Writing
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