August 2, 2010, 2:04 AM
This is the,
Film of my life,
Not the past,
Yet not the present,
The future that has yet to happen,
That might not happen.
Stay tuned,
Dont move,
Keep your ears peeled back,
Let you be glued to your seat,
And your eyes locked on the screen,
As this film starts to get hot.
Hit the lights,
Open the windows,
Keep it in the dark.
The surprise you see,
Is clouded by the smoke,
As this film starts to melt.
See that fire rising?
Let the flames lick the ceiling,
Run while you can,
Dont miss a beat.
Hesitate too long and you might not leave your seat.
See the glint in your eyes flutter,
That shined so perfectly over the years,
Always criticizing,
tarnished forever,
Stained by the sparks,
Spat from the burning timbers,
That now lie beneath you,
As this house leaps in an uproar,
Set ablaze.
Hear the cries?
Hear those screams?
Sounds of joy to my ears,
If you ask me,
At least.
The fun life,
The highlights,
All set off from a memory that has yet to happen.
Isnt this fun,
As you run,
Seeing the darker side of me?
Maniacal laughter from my set of lungs,
As I packed the black powder,
And waited for that match to strike.
Funny things,
This life brings,
Like a clearer version of me.
Let this beast,
Have its feast,
As I set it loose to be.
I regain composure,
Set myself up for exposure,
As the victim of this enclosure.
This tragidy,
As you see,
Was just another part of my disease.
Film of my life,
Not the past,
Yet not the present,
The future that has yet to happen,
That might not happen.
Stay tuned,
Dont move,
Keep your ears peeled back,
Let you be glued to your seat,
And your eyes locked on the screen,
As this film starts to get hot.
Hit the lights,
Open the windows,
Keep it in the dark.
The surprise you see,
Is clouded by the smoke,
As this film starts to melt.
See that fire rising?
Let the flames lick the ceiling,
Run while you can,
Dont miss a beat.
Hesitate too long and you might not leave your seat.
See the glint in your eyes flutter,
That shined so perfectly over the years,
Always criticizing,
tarnished forever,
Stained by the sparks,
Spat from the burning timbers,
That now lie beneath you,
As this house leaps in an uproar,
Set ablaze.
Hear the cries?
Hear those screams?
Sounds of joy to my ears,
If you ask me,
At least.
The fun life,
The highlights,
All set off from a memory that has yet to happen.
Isnt this fun,
As you run,
Seeing the darker side of me?
Maniacal laughter from my set of lungs,
As I packed the black powder,
And waited for that match to strike.
Funny things,
This life brings,
Like a clearer version of me.
Let this beast,
Have its feast,
As I set it loose to be.
I regain composure,
Set myself up for exposure,
As the victim of this enclosure.
This tragidy,
As you see,
Was just another part of my disease.
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