Exposed

In this sub par game of life
That I seem to dig deeper - wider holes into
I look to take my shot, get ahead -
To cover my emptiness
I can't turn my back on this,
And I can never shy away from a challenge like you.
As I hold your face, to look into mine
I am covered with skeletons of the evening.
Shadows so deep, they awake in the night
But you want to see the negatives of my film.
You want to see my confession?
Make a gash on my wrists and life comes rushing out
My life in pure form,
Watch it as it pours,
And drains the waste I call my life, down the sink.
But I can see your angelic frown
I'm going to tell it like it is
You know I want to show vital signs
Like the spontaneous dream of my life.
Plotting out my slaughter,
My life, feeling the sting of your kiss.
For I no longer feel the sensation of my nation.
No longer entangled with the strings of paradise
I sought to hold and protect my heart
They thought the game was over.
And now they come to sense with me in mind.
Piano tunes play out my existence.
It makes me want to find a cure to my insidious reasoning.
And only the scum of a diner in this small town
Lets me relish my damnation.
The crooked shots of Jack Daniel's show me inside.
It lets my faith become un-caged.
So step on this plank to hear the antagonistic cry from heaven and hell.
And walk my life through my eyes.
Wasting nothing and having nothing to regret.
Deconstruct your safety net, and take chances.
The adrenaline shoots like heroine into your brain
Screaming through the tears that roll
Uncovering the unknown of everyone.
I want your hands on my shoulders, and whispers in my ear.
I want to see you there.
But will you ever let me fly without holding me back from failure?
Open up your mouth and let our souls unite through peace.
For everything else fades out
And you see the murmuring of my mindless chatter.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002