Take it easy.

Repair the lacerations on my fingers. Cut cause I'm tryin to hold on.
To more than cheap dreams and fantasies, but vendettas don't die.
When we sleep, let it reiterate (It's your choice to make.)
When this comes to a halt I'll shake you and wake you, I'll rescue you.

Last thing I remember I was racing over pavements.
Still cryin over the fact I watched you fly away.
For a colder bed and an empty house, with no lights.
And I'm still licking my wounds, from the day you left.

Baby I've got magic tricks up my sleeve and rainbows for rainy days.
Syringes filled with 10cc of antidote for the atmosphere that chokes.
I'm sick of the colors though, and the textures friction on my mind.
It don't wear the way you dressed me up as king. Like I ruled my world.

Last night I was shivering, you said "Take it easy for me baby."
But I didn't sleep, I wondered the streets waiting....
For the sparkle in my eyes to die, thinkin I'm sick. (Of being stabbed in this city.)
In the last song I heard a familiar line, punctually on time.
Right before the morning sun burns my eyes like phoenix.
Giving birth to a new vision, a day closer to you and me.

Save me from myself, mocking my own symphony.
From making personal instruments of torture.
That play out my expression that fails elegantly.
Save me from tomorrow baby, save me from tomorrow.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow, This is a Great poem and I enjoyed the passionate creative aspect.
I'm sure many people can relate to the meaning, to know what it is to love
and to lose, yet desire the future, the abstract nature creates nice detail,
the depth worked well with the balance form and flow, with lyrical quality.