last limb

I woke up, somebody spoke up but I paid them no mind

I stumbled as I walked through the streets and I staggered inside 

There are times that I have taken for granted,

I have pawned my own soul for a bandage,

I am forsaken but I still can be forgiven.

I’ve been dragging my armies to the borders of these shores

Head stoned, bound by conviction, I’m a prisoner of my own war

I’ve crawled to the other side, where the heroes and enemies hide

And quite frankly I’m no closer to a treaty.

 Sweet dreams stuck to the pavement like an old worn out tire

Forcing a battered old engine that’s too stubborn to die

If there’s an answer, it’s long been ignored

The sacrifice that I’ve made will be worth

All that I’ve spoken; my fortitude refuses to be broken.

Searching for some kind of feeling that has long been unfelt

Painting heavenly landscapes in the cages of hell

If you can catch me I’ll be there when you fall

The offering that I’ve made is quite flawed

Heaven forsake me, I’ve been dreaming since I’ve woken.

I’ve been holding my breath, reading Nietzsche on bathroom stalls

Hiding, biding my time until I hear the wanting call

I’ve been waiting for something to break

For the departed to suddenly wake

For the wind to blow and in the end I’ll know

But by then it will be too late