| 13 o'clock blues. ____________ There's Time for one last Memory, before the lead hits, and your clock strikes thirteen. Pull up a sheet and sleep a while. (drown in the wails of loved ones as they weep.) Did you think trading one hell for another would solve anything? God was never a doctor you know. (he just plays one on t.v.) + Sorrow to the point of Rage is an understatement, but we were always two masters of understating life's worst predicaments weren't we? It's no wonder I hide my feelings from the world. (preferring to exist in a state of apathy.) + You've opened the door to a season of change that still seems fresh and painfully new. A Season Dead with nothing but old memories. A Season lost and cold without you. (Hell, at times I forget whether it's you or My Shadow I'm even talking to.) _ I won't waste Time with mystical cliches, or say absurd things like: "see you on the other side" or: "I hope you're in a better place." We knew the truth then, just as we know it now. The truth that life is merely a series of graves from which the dead can never dig themselves out! Some just put on Fresh New Faces, and look through Ancient Eyes into an abyss which spans on For All Eternity.. endlessly waiting!!!!! (for their clock to strike thirteen.) J.Stephen.H. ++++++++++++++ for Donovon. Oct. 6 1986-Sept. 8 2013 |
Monday, August 5, 2019
13 oclock blues
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