SAFE FROM IRONY

Safe From Irony

I'm sick of love, I need it so

It tries to stay, I make it go

It flings itself down at my feet

And gags me on it's taste so sweet.

I'm tired of dying, I want to live

I can't take anymore, I want to give

I cannot sleep nor close my lids

Don't wake me now, you never did.

If I could walk, I'd walk so far

Or drive myself there in your car

If I could fly, I'd fly to God

But I'm a dead man, made of sod.

Ironic things, ironic thoughts 

They don't come free, they must be bought

And bought with diamonds encased in gold

Exchanged and bartered by the soul.

The nights are days, the days are nights

And in our terrors we delight

The days are dark and fads that fade

And passed in secret masquerade.

You say you love me but you don't

You want to love me but I won't

I run in circles cloaked in woe

I'm sick of love, I need it so.

©by Voo

Jan 14, 2007 

10:48 p.m.