Rain drops splash on my bed of leaves
the sun is pale and gives no heat.
As I slowly rise on aching bones
blackbird cries that im not alone.
People passing try not to see
they can’t afford the sympathy.
I wake from dreams of better days
to face another day lost in the haze
I have a secret that no one knows
I bury it deep but the pressure grows
till im burning bright as a nuclear rod,
at the gates of fear I stare down the black dog.
Resplendent, incandescent is my presence
the stars align to mark my ascendance.
I'm up to scratch and punching over my weight
with the mind of a greyhound waiting at the gate
revolution, is a mental revelation
I rise like a phoenix, high in elation,
the solution, is this thought made flesh.
Against the beasts of Babylon I contest
I confess, this alcohol on my breath
has been holding me down
and kept my soul depressed
but can’t you see the light pouring out of me
I can’t close this wound and its love that I bleed
I try to wake them but they’re in too deep
a city of sleep walkers living in the dream
I’m long way from the child I used to be
before I strayed in the maze, of Mephistopheles
where the streets are paved with mental disease
addictions and violence grow on the trees.
I can smile in the dark through these transient times
because I know soon enough the sun will rise
over this land of wet cigarette butts
and on the king of limbo with his crown of rust.