When bitter pills are dispensed by script
and the miners are all but totally stripped
When the questions are framed
in the form of a quote from
ancient game shows recited by rote.
I think you'll agree
that you know them, note for note.
With knowledge comes pain,
with perfection - distain. The calender
pages fall so frighteningly fast.
Through it all remains
the reminder of remedies past.
How can I answer your eyes?
When the lines decline to connect all your calls,
how do I answer?
Your lovely sad eyes weren't placed in their
sockets to stare at these walls.
The devil you know, is never to blame
he holds you closer and calls you that name
He offers you more, but it's more of the same
and just to facilitate the kill
You go to him whenever you will.
The postal ghosts travel their unusual rounds.
Delivering hope, as harsh as it sounds.
You can leave it behind or you can delay.
Dodge the bark and debris that hamper your way.but the prison stands waiting to be condemned,
or so all the biographers say.
(please note: the word 'distain' is not misspelled. I originally meant 'disdain' but browsing a dictionary I found this homonym and thought it fit my meaning better. Spell check doesn't recognize distain though.)
