This Is As Far As I'll Go. . .
I met a woman caked in blood,
Who wept for a weary world.
I wove her a blanket
and coloured it with snow,
and watched how her frozen hair curled
I looked in the mirror and said to myself
"I've seen that face before"
It was at a neigbour's funeral,
and the face was on the corpse.
Engraved on the headstone,
Above the grave
was an enscription that read:
Everything was beautiful
and nothing hurt.
"This is a lie",
I said.
The streets that seemed,
All so forgiving
Have even turned their backs.
The houses, friendly faces?
Simply, made of wax.
The orange murmur of the city
Is sordid and ugly and black.
The towns are filled with people
amongst whom I can't relax.
The font of life from which I drink,
The almond, sickly, taste.
There's a crime being wasted
Without a thought to think.
I'm ashamed to say it,
for fear of repetition.
But I'm lonely and I know it
I was stoned into submission.
In the emerald sky I see a God. . .
with wings that scratch the night.
And marble tears fall from her eyes
And beat with all their might.
"Oh rain, rain, please stay"
You're my only companion. . .
And you'll never falter and never fall
(Oh, of course you will).
I worked it out yesterday.
I've got twenty-one thousand
nine hundred days to live,
And that's a lot of time to kill. . .
I'll start a revolution
Just to see what happens. . .
(Because If I don't, just who will?)
But when the time comes,
These words shall I say::
"All people are lonely in some ways,
Some people are lonely in all ways."
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