Where Art Thou Oh Madness
This is a story,
a living allegory,
blank and unsatisfied,
tied and broken,
the obviously unspoken,
fingers dancing with death.
"Do you twirl about this place so often," pondered the clockwork man as he reached his hand for a cup of tea.
"Oh to know my friend you must begin this falling dance with me."
So the fiddle gets played and the beds are made so no one has to see.
Oh to shed such tears and for all the years for fear all flew away,
to drink, TO JUST DRINK AGAIN!
"CHILD! QUIET! DO YOU NOT CARE THAT I HAVE A JOB HERE?? WORTHLESS! NO MORE! NO MORE! NOOOOO...." No....a simple no. A thousand times and always....no.
What did this show,
what did it mean?
One day she'll have to know.
"Do you hear that?" the man exclaimed,
unnamed in all he possessed.
Then came a singsong,
...Oh come on my friend,
Come sing along!
"Where art thou oh madness?
Why art thou so free?"
"Oh trust me my child,
I will make you bleed."
"Where art thou oh madness,
How soon will you be?"
"I'm sleeping my child,
I'll be there at three."
"Where art thou oh madness,
I just cannot see?"
Open your heart, I'm inside of
Thee."
There are ever so softened whispers,
A sliver,
A taste of the fruit we once devoured in love,
Now in our humanity hate.
The tune lost so long ago,
Broken?
Broken.
So where'd it go?
They long to play,
They long to know,
But forever lost,
They'll never know.
They will never know.
Never know.
Ever?
No.
Why?
In pride and sin,
They'll never go.
Oh these fleeting moments
the children cry,
soon to die,
picking up their heartless tunes,
the fumes of terror...
Aha! The error!
Picking at the pealing madness as each brick just falls away more and more every day to say again over and over YOU CAN'T COUNT LIFE'S LITTLE BLESSINGS ON A FOUR LEAF CLOVER AND BE GLAD TO LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER JUST IN TIME TO....
"Where be this day we sing of oh child?"
"Amongst the garden, do not be afraid...."
a living allegory,
blank and unsatisfied,
tied and broken,
the obviously unspoken,
fingers dancing with death.
"Do you twirl about this place so often," pondered the clockwork man as he reached his hand for a cup of tea.
"Oh to know my friend you must begin this falling dance with me."
So the fiddle gets played and the beds are made so no one has to see.
Oh to shed such tears and for all the years for fear all flew away,
to drink, TO JUST DRINK AGAIN!
"CHILD! QUIET! DO YOU NOT CARE THAT I HAVE A JOB HERE?? WORTHLESS! NO MORE! NO MORE! NOOOOO...." No....a simple no. A thousand times and always....no.
What did this show,
what did it mean?
One day she'll have to know.
"Do you hear that?" the man exclaimed,
unnamed in all he possessed.
Then came a singsong,
...Oh come on my friend,
Come sing along!
"Where art thou oh madness?
Why art thou so free?"
"Oh trust me my child,
I will make you bleed."
"Where art thou oh madness,
How soon will you be?"
"I'm sleeping my child,
I'll be there at three."
"Where art thou oh madness,
I just cannot see?"
Open your heart, I'm inside of
Thee."
There are ever so softened whispers,
A sliver,
A taste of the fruit we once devoured in love,
Now in our humanity hate.
The tune lost so long ago,
Broken?
Broken.
So where'd it go?
They long to play,
They long to know,
But forever lost,
They'll never know.
They will never know.
Never know.
Ever?
No.
Why?
In pride and sin,
They'll never go.
Oh these fleeting moments
the children cry,
soon to die,
picking up their heartless tunes,
the fumes of terror...
Aha! The error!
Picking at the pealing madness as each brick just falls away more and more every day to say again over and over YOU CAN'T COUNT LIFE'S LITTLE BLESSINGS ON A FOUR LEAF CLOVER AND BE GLAD TO LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER JUST IN TIME TO....
"Where be this day we sing of oh child?"
"Amongst the garden, do not be afraid...."