Real Life

A song

Up all night. Brainwashed-out. The room's too bright. The world's too loud. Close the door or my shadow'll escape. And being alone is tempting fate. The dice are thrown. The wine is gone. Now I feel so brave and strong...

I've been up all night. My brain's washed out. I'll protect myself from myself. With dead man hands and a shotgun mouth, I'll protect myself from everyone else...

It's not what I wanted or how I planned it. Just how it came to be.

I searched my cell and I found the key and I set myself free.

Turn off the light. Turn off your mind. Don't fool yourself; you can lose yourself in a memory of paradise, you can't forget, I know you've tried. That place'll haunt you 'til you die. Someone has to pay the price for tarot cards that told you lies and changed your mind so many times. But not tonight. Not tonight. Not tonight...

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I really liked this! The part about the Tarot cards was spot on! I've seen that so many times, and it's so true.

This had a wonderful flow to it. I could imagine it as a slow or fast tune.
I realize that the main theme was about setting oneself from life via suicide. But it's woven with a since of humor.
Great Job!

[Rain]

Hummm,
I do, I don't,I do, I don't. Certain lines..."Don't fool yourself; you can lose yourself in a memory of paradise, you can't forget"

[None]

I really can hear this as a song. Excellent rhythm and you really draw the reader in. It sounds to me like this person was thinking about suicide but decides to wait. Hopefully he will put it off completely. Really fine writing here.

[Lucinda Bogart]

I like the whole concept of this piece.....it kind of gives me the impression of a treadmill...the character has built up a certain momentum and now he can't get off. I especially like this line:

With dead man hands and a shotgun mouth, I'll protect myself from everyone else...

It's so typical of someone who's been up too long, drank too much, partied too hard....all the bravado that goes with it fueled by deep-seated insecurity.

Then this line:

I searched my cell and I found the key and I set myself free.
Turn off the light. Turn off your mind.

It's like the light when on for this person and he realized he was going nowhere fast....but the irony of "Turn off the light. Turn off your mind" is a nice twist of fate.

[♥ Courtney &hear..]

OH MY!! :-D i really really like this. I love the way you write poetry! its so different and wonderful! :-D

You did an amazing job!

-Court