Slow Song (With a Technicality)

     Putting things on another note to be separate to all my other writings, I would like to express gratitude to all my readers. Though most of my readers are predominantly in the United States I especially enjoy the readers that I see in other countries. Going down the countries who read my blog I see I have readers from range from Russia, France, Malaysia, Germany, Slovenia, United Kingdom, and Australia to name a few. With that in mind I could only encourage you to spread the word of 'The Poet' to all you know who will appreciate the content appropriately. Also you can follow my blog so you can receive messages whenever I release a new post and all you have to do is put down your Email address and a name to identify yourself to me, though if you want to remain anonymous, more mystery I have in my life.

     You can Email me and I will accept and respond to all questions, ideas and excetera. The address is: 

EverydayAverageArtist@msn.com, just like my domain name. 

     I have received few from here so far and Im open to anything. Take note that I have a heavy duty spam filter. I should receive all messages from actual human Emails--though if you are an AI that understands the natural human emotion and enjoys my writing, you are not exempt, in fact Im flattered. But with this being one of the few blog entries I have had actually addressing YOU, I wont leave you empty handed. Below should follow a poem that I have been writing for some time now, obviously it has been recently finished. So for the moment Im done with the technicality, now lets head back into 'The Life'

There is a light, 

there is a fire. 

Lost full of doubt, 

please stay for a while.
There is a light, 

there is a fire. 

Lost full of doubt, 

please stay for a while.

As I lay, in this bed
I am talked to, by a liar.
Like a claim, without end.
Some ever going riddle.

Can I stand, without her?
I cant see you going forward.
Its a claim, without end.
Like a never ending riddle.

I made a grave, of flowers,
to decorate your aisle.
Wish, what you want girl,
love wont be there for a while.

This is when,
I rip off the dressings,
show you all my scars.
And make you wonder if you ever loved me.

Try to call it, im running with my head off.
All this water is pouring down my lungs.
With all these thoughts, well,
its almost just like suicide.
As you walk through these streets
you know they're mine.

I tried to salvage everything that I once had.
I need to do something but it is not enough.
I feel my heart beating and my days receding.
I can never see your love.

You have, a new heart,
its fit with all the piercings.
To fill that deep hole,
that you made.

There's a brand, new me,
inside this new kind of a slow song.
With a brand, new face,
that you know, I can easily fake.

Try to call it, im running with my head off.
All this water is pouring down my lungs.
With all these thoughts, well,
its almost just like suicide.
As you walk through these streets
you know they're mine.

I tried to salvage everything that I once had.
I need to do something but it is not enough.
I feel my heart beating and my days receding.
I can never see your love

Never ending speech, deep within my mind.
You know what they say, you know what they hide.
Never ending speech, deep within my mind.
You know what they say, you know what they hide.

Remember me