3Don't Care
Epilogue-
ahh, look at the title, nice, but highly inaccurate. more like Care Too Much. However, I will play it as it lies. Be careful of reading further. It may lead you down dark streets into secluded alleys. Yet, in some alternate reality it may also lead to a comedy hall, modern or shakespearian not sure. Or maybe an action thriller if your imagination flies high enough. all too much to comprehend, but on to the poem.
I need an angel to free me of the charade
i will now always be slightly afraid
like in the old days when there would be drills for air raids
or in modern times when we see stories reporters have made
times are hard especially for those who care
being looked to and looking back with a blank stare
life seems to favor the totally unfair
like some wandering animal stealing anothers newly built lair
or some beautiful woman getting gum in newly styled hair
the loving hearts that love has past
soaring higher than the last
more characters than a complex broadway cast
yet more stable than a ships center mast
losing way too much all too fast
the angel makes his rounds
careful to not make a sound
not quite sure where he is bound
doesnt matter what he is crowned
he sits high above on the tallest dirt mound
alone, he looked up to smile but only frowned
a pool of misery is far to deep
his lonely heart simply weeps
his task at hand is progressing in leaps
he avoids all of the creeps
he has promises he needs to keep
she heeds his promising call
while he breaks her eminent fall
temporarily they are both enthralled
they are both frightened to be mauled
they continue along their seperate walls
he risks his life for someone new
only its his life he wanted to lose
he wanted to find a lighted path so he could cruise
he concocted a simple little ruse
to fool the ones who he knew
he couldnt die a simple death
he needed many complications to conceal the mess
too many complications with crystal meth
too many questions with asphyxiated breath
then i catch glimpse of the couple down the street, Beth and Seth
he could easily step in the middle
lift her chin, make her giggle
look back, see him feeling little
his heart already strumming a gentle tune on the fiddle
the angel could feel Seth's heart start to sizzle
on the table was a gun that he seized
he smiled and grabbed my keys
this was too easy, he was praying to himself "go ahead, please"
all it took was a hair trigger and a sneeze
a small cold slice of lead
he was pure and simply dead
no longer would voices of ones he cared for jump in my head
think long and hard of this story i have said
and have sweet dreams while u doze off in your bed