Funny Thing
by Ariad
Post "A Hole in the World"
August 9, 2004
Disclaimer: I do not own ANGEL: the Series, "A Hole in the World," Wesley, Fred, or anything but the poem itself.
Funny thing life is, for when
It's gone, several others follow;
Friends and family and lovers
All become so dead and hollow.
When she died, see, I died, too,
Yet I'm sitting here with you
In the dank and dark and grey
While she's gone somewhere far away.
Sitting in my room at night,
In darkness, I can't hear a sound,
Taste of whiskey on my tongue,
The bottle falling to the ground.
I had hoped that it might crash
The way the fire'd burned down to ash;
It's time for me to break away,
There's nothing else to take away.
In my sleep, I dream these dreams,
She's there, as beautiful as ever;
When I wake, my only smile's that
I won't have to live forever.
So I go off on my way
To yet another empty day,
Simply because I survive,
That doesn't mean that I'm alive.
by Ariad
Post "A Hole in the World"
August 9, 2004
Disclaimer: I do not own ANGEL: the Series, "A Hole in the World," Wesley, Fred, or anything but the poem itself.
Funny thing life is, for when
It's gone, several others follow;
Friends and family and lovers
All become so dead and hollow.
When she died, see, I died, too,
Yet I'm sitting here with you
In the dank and dark and grey
While she's gone somewhere far away.
Sitting in my room at night,
In darkness, I can't hear a sound,
Taste of whiskey on my tongue,
The bottle falling to the ground.
I had hoped that it might crash
The way the fire'd burned down to ash;
It's time for me to break away,
There's nothing else to take away.
In my sleep, I dream these dreams,
She's there, as beautiful as ever;
When I wake, my only smile's that
I won't have to live forever.
So I go off on my way
To yet another empty day,
Simply because I survive,
That doesn't mean that I'm alive.
