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PRAY FOR ME NOW

I know the crimes of loneliness
The suffer Ring phone
Not for me phone     Knock door
It's unlocked door
Just another begging bore

I know the pain crimes throughout body
Out all day wondering
Wandering walking pain
Staining pillow cry
Crying for the dying pain
See them eyeing
Hear them their lying pain

Pray for me now
I know I know not what I am
I eye the me's     Bleeding and needing
Weeding out the feelings inside

We love the chill
We hate the warmth
So maybe we want warmth
What we can't have
We push further away

We are young yet
We feel too old
We are beings
Molding
Into clay rocks
Others make out to game and play
With us on this rotted seed

This globe of filth     Dirt and dust
Shit and pain     Deep deep rooted
Pains in this dust dirt and filth

A game we game to live so long and so old
To have and can have
Don't have and won't have
Already so old inside with young skin outside
Burning for warmth
Love     Joy     For life
This game I game
I'm not the same child mommy loved

Pray for we now
We know the crimes of loneliness and yes
We feel the pain crimes too
Yes we know we are good
Yes we know we are misunderstood
Yes we are rotten to the core
So pray for we now
Before we close our eyes and sink in filth
Dirt and clay

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