Who Knew that People Exploding Looked so Much Like Fireworks?

"And here I go again;
it's like I can't stop crying,
even over the most stupid things,
so it seems."

So I'm pushing on my eyes,
trying to rub away the red;
the blood vessels that pulse
and burst inside my head.
Oh, it's a gory scene behind these windows.

Give me a quick kiss,
and then dismiss this
short moment of eternal bliss...
and blow up into a shower of fireworks
that fall before my weary eyes.
Oh, come comfort me with lies.

So here I fall, before myself,
in a tragic, dramatic moment I've been planning.
"Oh, forgive me father, I will not sin,
I've put the blade back on the shelf,
and thoughts of the past I have been banning.
Oh, forgive me father, I wish to sin."

I've been fighting thoughts of running,
and I've come crying back to you.
It's so clear that I am clearly cunning
and that I will do just what I want to,
which just happens to be,
starting something called "you and me".

I've been crying for days and days,
falling down and blowing up along the way;
oh, how pretty it is to see my guts go flying.
Oh, how wonderful it feels to be dying.

It's been awhile since I felt this bad,
and I know that makes you sad,
but thank God.

Maybe this might make you mad,
but f#ck the universe and all we stood for.
We're going to make it on our own;
we're going to find ourselves a different home.

I can hear the blood vessels pop,
and this crying doesn't seem to stop.
"Oh, forgive me father, I must sin,
I'm pulling the plug on my feelings within;
I'm letting go of truth from beneath my skin.
Oh, forgive me father, I'm taking a life."

Sarah Gammon ©
21/12/06

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