Peace

There are some times when I think of me,

Yeah, no hype, no pretence… just me,

Alone as the time I was born,

Crying out with a devious intention to make others hear me,

Bawling just to prove my ears my voice does exist.

There are some times when I think of me...

Wearing nothing but my personality,

My not so dainty personality,

Y let my temples leak rivers while I pull my lips to both sides,

Fooling everybody around me, with my dim-witted giggle.

There are some times when I look at my feet

And then a sniveling intention of melodrama cuts up my path,

I feel a snarling need to turn round

And see it there’s a way to make the world stop spinning,

Or at least pretend that the time ain’t crawling for a couple of minutes

That I’m the same little poor thing my mother received on a spring night

Loving me…warts and all.

There are some times when I remain aloof to keep on breathing,

There’s no sense…

I might well get drown in my own sobs,

My doleful eyes are whispering watery rhymes to my ears,

And these –always receptive – just keep them to themselves

I’m so damn sure I will whisper some ruthless verses for you,

For everybody who has hurt me!

There are some times when I think of you,

Coming closer,

Kissing me softly,

Wrapping me up with the heat of your voice,

Wishing to be woken up with a kiss…

With that brass-rubbing heat the word “love” can turn into,

But I ain’t sure I’ll ever hear that again.

There are some times when I am baffled by myself,

And I feel my scraggy soul led to derelict

By the life of debauchery you’ve got me into,

And I smile with a shame I thought I was unable to nurture,

But it’s there, that's something you left behind.

There are some times when I know I am about to die

And I just don’t care…

I don’t feel sorrow, nor pain…just a revolting peace,

I’m off to bed, and if God is great as everybody says,

I won’t wake up to see another fucking day!