The Wings Of A Dove

Witty · 06-23-2014, 02:54 PM

The Wings of A Dove.

We know right from birth that we've been cursed to die,
so why on earth do we cry when the hearse goes by?

Sobriety....the factory settings of man, the default, the prototype
But to him it was like a corroded light, colder than a frozen night
All that existed was pain, and every second he lived was inane
But one sniff of the 'caine, and he was different....deranged
He knew no simple refrain, add a sip of liquor and a spliff to the brain
It was like his mind would split, and he'd go into a different domain
And I just lived with the shame, worry pounding on my miserable brain
His addiction is my jail and his prison's the same, I wish his liver would drain
And save him from himself, give him a new life and let him live it again
But his fight slips by the day, he's getting thin, with gout in his digital vein
He fidgets, complains, his sober mind finds the world glib and profane
He wants to live in a world where nothing that exists is mundane
And so he medicates, dedicates his time to trying to elevate his mind
The drugs that he does help him meditate, unwind, and levitate
He tells me he will never break, but his binges are getting longer,
They used to last a couple of days....last time it was 11 straight.

When he first looked at me, the love was clear in his eyes
Now as I stare into them, all I can see is fear of demise

Sitting alone in my bed, letting these thoughts roam in my head
Beholden to dread, the fear sets in to my bones and it spreads
As the tears flow, where did the years go?
The love disappears as the regret and the fears grow
As I picture him out there, drugged up to his eyeballs
While staring at a picture of a dove up on the drywall
He used to be my shining knight, the light in the darkness
The most childish, retarded, jokes...we'd delight in regardless
Disarming the fright, making me smile through the harshest of nights
Even if it was starless, the fire inside him would spark and ignite
Our love would shine and we'd bathe our hearts in the light
This love was blind, our sight taken from our troubled minds
But trouble finds a way to recover time...
....and now I pay for another's crime.

If he had just told me it would be like this, I couldn't complain
Why can't he love me like the stuff he puts in his veins?

He has moved on to harder drugs, heroin and things of the sort
I ask him the simplest of questions, and he can't think to retort
He just curls up in a ball, as his world unfurls, crumbles, and falls
All he is, is a little baby, as he tries to walk, struggles, and crawls
I hate this hate that awaits to break, but his weakness is pitiful
He knows he can always come to me to speak when he's miserable
But he locks it inside himself, blocks it, denies the help
My heart cries and melts, when I see what life has dealt
We didn't deserve these cards that were played, scars never fade
They just continue to grow ever darker then harden with age
discarded, enraged, living in hardship...the heart of an artist encased
In a cathartic embrace, the love from when this started, departed, erased
Brushed under the carpet, a waste, my heart is guarded and chaste
As I look into his eyes, lethargic and spaced...muscles fade from his bones
I'd pray for his soul, but my faith has faded, this place is gray..and it's cold.

*6 months later*

I'm still trying to figure out how to live without my life's love
I whimper, shout, kick and pout, 'til I see the wings of a white dove
Like the one on the wall I would stare at, and admire the shine
Of the silky smooth wing, as deep inside the fire declines
The symbol of peace, my man did not follow the footprints of the beast
He was taken by a life full of sin and deceit, killed from the heat
All he ever sought was a simple retreat, scared of admitting defeat
He had to escape, he had no choice, this world drove him mad...
...he would break, if he stayed too long, he had the travelers fate
He couldn't live in a savage society, it damaged him quietly
I just wish his blatant pain didn't make the same languish inside of me

All he wanted was peace, and all he needed was to escape from this zoo
He had to fly away on the wings of the dove...I just wish he had taken me too

06-23-2014, 02:54 PM	#1
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	The Wings Of A Dove *The Wings of A Dove.* We know right from birth that we've been cursed to die, so why on earth do we cry when the hearse goes by? Sobriety....the factory settings of man, the default, the prototype But to him it was like a corroded light, colder than a frozen night All that existed was pain, and every second he lived was inane But one sniff of the 'caine, and he was different....deranged He knew no simple refrain, add a sip of liquor and a spliff to the brain It was like his mind would split, and he'd go into a different domain And I just lived with the shame, worry pounding on my miserable brain His addiction is my jail and his prison's the same, I wish his liver would drain And save him from himself, give him a new life and let him live it again But his fight slips by the day, he's getting thin, with gout in his digital vein He fidgets, complains, his sober mind finds the world glib and profane He wants to live in a world where nothing that exists is mundane And so he medicates, dedicates his time to trying to elevate his mind The drugs that he does help him meditate, unwind, and levitate He tells me he will never break, but his binges are getting longer, They used to last a couple of days....last time it was 11 straight. When he first looked at me, the love was clear in his eyes Now as I stare into them, all I can see is fear of demise Sitting alone in my bed, letting these thoughts roam in my head Beholden to dread, the fear sets in to my bones and it spreads As the tears flow, where did the years go? The love disappears as the regret and the fears grow As I picture him out there, drugged up to his eyeballs While staring at a picture of a dove up on the drywall He used to be my shining knight, the light in the darkness The most childish, retarded, jokes...we'd delight in regardless Disarming the fright, making me smile through the harshest of nights Even if it was starless, the fire inside him would spark and ignite Our love would shine and we'd bathe our hearts in the light This love was blind, our sight taken from our troubled minds But trouble finds a way to recover time... ....and now I pay for another's crime. If he had just told me it would be like this, I couldn't complain Why can't he love me like the stuff he puts in his veins? He has moved on to harder drugs, heroin and things of the sort I ask him the simplest of questions, and he can't think to retort He just curls up in a ball, as his world unfurls, crumbles, and falls All he is, is a little baby, as he tries to walk, struggles, and crawls I hate this hate that awaits to break, but his weakness is pitiful He knows he can always come to me to speak when he's miserable But he locks it inside himself, blocks it, denies the help My heart cries and melts, when I see what life has dealt We didn't deserve these cards that were played, scars never fade They just continue to grow ever darker then harden with age discarded, enraged, living in hardship...the heart of an artist encased In a cathartic embrace, the love from when this started, departed, erased Brushed under the carpet, a waste, my heart is guarded and chaste As I look into his eyes, lethargic and spaced...muscles fade from his bones I'd pray for his soul, but my faith has faded, this place is gray..and it's cold. 6 months later I'm still trying to figure out how to live without my life's love I whimper, shout, kick and pout, 'til I see the wings of a white dove Like the one on the wall I would stare at, and admire the shine Of the silky smooth wing, as deep inside the fire declines The symbol of peace, my man did not follow the footprints of the beast He was taken by a life full of sin and deceit, killed from the heat All he ever sought was a simple retreat, scared of admitting defeat He had to escape, he had no choice, this world drove him mad... ...he would break, if he stayed too long, he had the travelers fate He couldn't live in a savage society, it damaged him quietly I just wish his blatant pain didn't make the same languish inside of me All he wanted was peace, and all he needed was to escape from this zoo He had to fly away on the wings of the dove...I just wish he had taken me too __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.