Championship Medal

Haven't posted in a while, so once again I'm going to try to pass off lyrics as poetry.

I’m gaspin’, Take a look into a past and

I’d feel the passion of finding everlastin’

When ever never lasted, it took its dying breaths

And the look it’s trying to get is of a crook who found regret

And it took what’s tryin’ left, a book that quiet kept

The statutes finally wept just to mourn the hardly met

I feel these emotions till they rise in crescendo

I find innocence so timely and simple

Trying to find me a single reason left to love

Cuz Jesus left in blood and decent is a dud

My pleas is what I clutch in pieces with a crutch

But Jesus left his blood and if Jesus left in blood

Then what are my chances? I’m stuck in advancements

With the luck of the Manson’s, I’ll duck and I’ll manage

With bruises and scrapes, I’m losing my faith

A broken hearted champion out to prove that its fate

And I’m still looking trying to find the perfect segue

Get a word in edgeways, the nerd that pen gave

Some purpose and saved his little piece of sanity

My shadow’s where my phantom be, committing acts of vanity

And frantically, I’ll lie in lies pathetically

Till I find my truth and I’ll finally set it free

And with my eyes wide shut, I’ll take my mask off

And my pride will find lust and commence to blast off

Still I’m pleasing, pleading, fleeing freezing, fiending feelings

Seething, seeing my heart as its beats

And it’s beating, breathing really wreathing

Needing healing, I’ll seek your fine grasp

Needing heating, I’ll bask in your fine laugh

Till it echoes in my mind, underneath the night sky

And I’ll always finish last cuz I’m that nice guy

But I was told slow and steady will always win the race

So I’ll stop to smell the flowers as I join you and sit in place

Looking out my window, chasing where my pen go

I spent my whole life lost in sexual innuendo

Can it be so simple? I smile for the mirror

I find when you’re near, my pride disappears

And I’ll smile for the mirror just to see it in reverse

Our time isn’t here, it’s lost and we search

Eyes closed arms out, lost in the dark

Lost, Lost from the start, in costumes we part

But with tears comes laughter and the years come faster

With joy comes disaster, the boy’s been a bastard

Our ploys are unmaskin’, our choices are cast and

They don’t say what happens after the happily ever after

The pain and misery in a brazen symphony

Stallin’ Stalin installin’ solace laced with sympathy

We are the so lost, lost souls, we blacken the kettle

I’ll wear my broken heart around my neck like a championship medal

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