Death Bed

09/07/2007

She eats the fire from out of my chest
I am in pain, but the gears keep turning
Keeping me alive, or so I fear
I watched as the Moon set in time
To the beating of my heart
Across the sea, they plan my destruction
As I lay dying, the joke is on them

Stupid Ameri-cants go about their hapless ways
Who are they to know or care
It may happen in their family
It may even happen to them
Who am I to know? Or care.
And I don’t. I can’t.
In all that has been lost
I lost nothing
But my heart still is beating
And I have to wonder why

Is it because there were the times
I wanted Death to come to me so badly
That he chose to stay his hand on me
And in doing so
Lay it upon someone whom I care for?
How cruel and sick life can be.

And so here we are,
I on my deathbed
You on where ever you are
After all my labor and suffering
Those sore backs and aching hands
The pounding in my head night after night
The blood
The sweat
And oh, the tears
All those tears
Soaked into the carpet of this floor
On night after night
Four walls running wet for no real reason, but because

She doesn’t care, never did
I was just a feast
Taking and not giving
Not dying, but also not living
There was no love, not even want or a need
So I had died a long time before now
Living life dead, until tonight

I lay here on fire
Burning hotter than the Suns everlasting flame
While she is eating me alive
Draining me dry
Like always, like never before
And as Death finally reaches his hand to me
I find that more than anything, I want to live
To late, why does he come now?
All those endless nights when I waited
Sleepless until the Sun came burning over the horizon
Now you want me, when I no longer need you
And it is cruel, this life.