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Cut Skin
Contributed by
redlantern2051
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Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 07:36:37 AM in AEST
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Cut Skin
Drunk on Coca-Cola,
I stagger down Central Boulevard
Writings on the mystic wall
Claw thru my brain
I walk along, with echoes of beautiful songs
And a schoolboys haircut
For many years, they have enchanted me
Im on Las Vegas time
Im half a decade ago
Guess you could say
Im unwell tonight
But Im always like this
Its just my way of saying goodbye
And I come close to the perfect paragraph
But I ***** it up
Im so desperate
Im so solitary it frightens me
Some teenagers though,
They have their heads screwed on
The answer to the questions they ask
Is in George Harrison Beatles songs,
Its in Spiderman comics
It was in Father Knows Best,
Its in bad TV from the Fifties that ate up my soul
Maybe its even in Gods laugh
I dont know though
Ill leave that for the religious
Im still searching
Searching for a clue,
Searching for release
Searching for the next girl,
In her party dress
I wonder what it would take to fool her
I wonder if shell guess
Ive lost so much inside
Since last I danced this masquerade
Probably she will want to talk,
I bet she wants to know everything about everything
The only internal thing about me
Is my disease
Thats what I call me
I feel like a correspondent reporting back from the war-front
Ive got this survivors guilt
Ive got only me
Beware, said the sign on the door
I rushed in anyway
She danced across the floor, she loved me
Now she dont come round no more
I dont know what I prefer,
Ive had plenty of time, to find out
A lonely woman stands by the sidewalk
Her face is glamorous
But beneath the makeup I see a person
Beneath the makeup we are all people too,
She looks like her feelings have been eaten up inside
We could be a perfect match
We could be the fire that burns down the church
I used to have vivid description
Now I have world-weary dialogue
Ive got nothing left
The only internal thing about me
Is my disease
Thats what I call me
The phone rings and rings
I let it go
Its not her
Its always him
Asking this tired ship of blood
How I am
Begging this half-woken skeleton
To come on down
And play in the fields of the Sun
And run over the grass toward the Sea
Yeah, I say to him
I ***** her again
Dont worry, I left no mark
I run, I run, I run away from feelings
That I like too much
Just like I push the knife against the skin
Just to kiss the pain
I started doing it when I was 17
Now Im almost 30
Its only the TV that changes, not me
Its only the adverts that get harder to resist
I lost the real me so long ago
Nothing can find me now
Id go for a cheap copy
Id go for a rumor of someone elses dream
And I stare out over the blue
I watch the sparrows fly in formation
Im almost insane again
The only thing that keeps me chained to this lazy Reality
Is the tiny park
Where the Japanese trees blow gently in the wind.
Its like Heaven might have been or was.
We always want a happy ending.
I always wanted to be in a cartoon show.
We always want a happy ending.
I always wanted to help the villain.
We always want a happy ending.
I always wanted to be in a cartoon show.
The only internal thing about me
Is my disease
Thats what I call me
If you have the cure
Please come and see me
Tread gently.
Tread gently.
Bow to the saints that line my walls
And say, itll be OK
Say, itll be OK.
(D.J. Finn, 2004)
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Re: Cut Skin
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by alecfernadez on
Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 08:10:36 AM AEST
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| this poem is so incredible, the way you use the 50's in it, to show your turmoil and the words you use, wow, thats all i can say, wow |
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Re: Cut Skin
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by Redlantern2051 on
Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 08:18:52 AM AEST
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| Thankyou very much. I really appreciate you reading and responding. Thanks! |
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