So I just found this old poem, or maybe lyrics, I’m not exactly sure, as I was looking through one of my old journals. It wasn’t dated but given the content of the piece, I would make the educated guess that it was written a long time ago back when I was still doing pills in New York. Which would make it at least three years old.
Then again, knowing me, it could have been based on the memory of that and only be nine months old. But either way, I was surprised I hadn’t posted it on Jon’s Journal yet, so here it is. It’s surprisingly direct for me, but it’s sort of refreshing, at least for me. So I hope you get something out of it like I did.
The world’s always spinning
While you keep standing still
Your heart’s threads are thinning
Head’s stuck on self-will.
You’re in love with the danger
Enticed by the thrill
Thirsty for the blood
Of the young boy you killed
Once you were not spiteful
As sinful as a saint
But one rush from the blue-eyed devil
Colored your soul with crimson paint.
Lonely and careless
Bottles and bills
You were falling like the bottles
Your best friend being spilled
Not of life or longevity
Not of hope or of prayers
The poison soaking on the floor
Says “take a sip, no one cares”
While you sit on your broken throne
Decaying dreams and all alone
Life is being lived around you
But please, keep trying on your own.
It took a year or two of lessons
A broken heart and shattered dreams
And a deserved life-long sentence
In the birthplace of my demons
So sail back to the center
All you have to do is try
Just one requirement to enter
Abandon your sweet pride
So throw away classic drunk cliches
Take control of what you know
And have faith in what you don’t
Know you can’t do it alone
No, you won’t do it alone.
But if you choose
To take the longer road
My friend, I’ve been in those shoes
No, you’re not alone
When you want to come home
Know you’re not alone.