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was here
Join Date: Jan 2004
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Everything begins blurry, then I got it clear all the way
Surrounded by white, sterile, like a hospital hallway
Only there's nothing, no nurses, or stretchers
No doctors to find me roaming and give me lectures
So I just walk on, walk and walk in this purgatory
Until suddenly at a dead end, there's two doors and me.
No sign, or indication, no one's here to help me now
So I pick the left, and looking back right, I see light creep out
But I'm comitted now, so I step forth, and I find me
Leaving a road I'd known, car flashes by right behind me
It missed by just inches, and this memory seemed lucid
It was 9th grade, still being teased as the new kid
Then fluid as an IV I see that I'm back in the sterile hall
Safe as a spectre, I see that there's no peril at all
And start walking, and again come to a dead end
Going by intuition again I turn quickly and make a left
Again, peeking behind me, I see the other door's illumination
But I push through and see another storm I'm safe from
Back at the dorms, my roommate just left to go raving
I went to sleep, and then shaken away by someone saying
"Ronnie's dead, he OD'ed on E! Quick, no time to sleep
But when I open my eyes, there's only whiteness by me
In the hall again, and see no choice but to keep on
In the bright lights, but I can't dodge the neon
And I hit two more doors, as certain as taxes and death
And since it's served me well so far, I act and go left
Knowing this time the light is blinding behind the right
I come out and am sitting before the TV with my wife
I remember this night better than practically any other
Our daughter Angel begged day in and day out
To let her go even though I thought I should stay home
I finally caved in and said yes, I'd take her to the airport
I rushed out as fast I could to avoid the tear down
Of our carefully constructed universe, I know that
It would crumble down during that news program
I was nervous as hell now, I needed oblivion
This wasn't a memory I wanted to relive again
And magically I slipped out the kitchen door and stepped
Right into the hallway, and rushed once more to the left
I knew this day, and the pain that came with it isn't lessened
Sitting in Angel's room in the dark, clutching her bear
................................... ................and a Smith and Wesson.
I think for a second, and set it down on a newspaper clipping
The only other thing I'd ever brought in with me
I stand up and walk out still thinking 'downed 747'
And am back in the white hallway, but empty handed.
I knew this un stretchered hallway well, but still felt lost there
So I saw flashes of what it would be like filled with doctors
Attending me, ceiling lights flashing as I rolled the linolium
My parents there, with no-one left for consoling them
But it's not true, everything is empty, and desolate
And I had begun to think there's nothing left but death
When I came to two more doors, and about to take a left
Once again, I pause, and see another flash, only it's not I
on the stretcher this time, but my bloodied wife.
I stop, look across the way, and see light slivered under
This time I stopped, turned around and didn't wonder
If I chose correct, no, nevermore. I knew what was coming this time
It was a simple scene, me and my wife at christmastime
Sitting, sipping wine, she decided we had to see the cemetary
I knew my answer, but changed it, grabbing change for Charon's ferry
I said "Yes, let's go see Angel.
It's time to finally go see our little angel."
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Last edited by Anaphora; 10-21-2004 at 07:44 PM.
Reason: misspelling
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10-18-2004, 03:27 AM
