My eyes are burning on fire tonight
I wince to shield them from the excess light
Lines cut across my face showing proof of the years past
My lips purse involuntarily from the flavor I had last
A drunken stupor is what I like best
Look away all, it's something I want to keep close to the vest
Days numbered have fallen behind in my life
I stare at this steel blade of love some call a knife
It's firm against my throat someday to prevail
Tucked silently away behind a rusted vail
The songs of the bird is a forgotten melody
I stand here and wait for him to come take me
I don't fear the darkness that someday will come
Because ignorance is bliss and my friend I am dumb

Written by Lanis Johnson

March 03, 2004