A thousand questions I
have asked
of all the blood upon my hands,
and yet it answers
not
to me--
is there some cure
for this,
the screaming pain inside
my head;
why am I never to
be free?
I want to know
for one small time,
I need to feel my life
is mine--
and I'll tear the world
apart
to find the key.
The answer's here--
within the bones,
within the blood,
the flow of fractured time
called destiny
Inside the heart;
cruel worthless cancer I
deny.
I've had to wait for far
too long,
and I cannot care
that this is wrong--
all that I need,
the answer
is near.
The bitter dark philosphy I
seem to weep
like bleeding tears cannot sustain,
it drains the very
life
it breathes--
am I missing
some solution,
some small puzzle
piece;
why will this agony
not leave?
I want to know
I truly live,
I need the meaning life
can give--
And if I must I'll set
the world
to grieve.
The answer's here--
within the bones,
within the blood,
the flow of fractured time
called destiny
Inside the heart;
cruel worthless cancer I
deny.
I've had to wait for far
too long,
and I cannot care
that this is wrong--
all that I need,
the answer
is near.
The heart I once so
very longed
to find has shown it's face,
and now it
turns
it's blades within--
what is this
irony,
this sadist's
twist;
is this pain the price for
all my sins?
I need to find why I
was made,
I need a sign before
I fade--
the game is up,
and I'll sell my soul
to win.
The answer's here--
within the blood,
within the bones
that tremble . . .
If I am not real,
do they feel no pain. . .?
It must be here--
the words in blood,
the words upon the wall
that writes my name. . .
Do you feel this?
Are you dreaming me. . .?
I know it's here--
Within the flow,
the ruptured stream
of time named destiny,
named twisted fate. . .
And if I have no heart. . .?
I feel it here--
the cold unfeeling heart,
this cancer I wish I
had not wished for. . .
Where do I go
to dissapear. . .?
Is it not here--
It cannot flee from me,
I'll tear it from
the earth, the sky--
wherever it may try to
hide. . .
Will they not answer me?!
The answer's here--
I feel the agony
within my bones,
within my blood
upon my hands,
it hides inside the ebb
and flow of time
called destiny by
worthless hearts--
that slow disease which I
deny.
This torture's taking
far to long,
and I don't care that I
am wrong--
for I can feel
the answer
drawing near.
All that I need. . .
the answer must
be here. . .
~~(c)03-01The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)