What are we to do in a life full of misery?
I learned it's the happiest times,
That hurt us most,
Have you ever felt heartache?
I mean literally when your heart hurts.
And it's hard to breathe.
As if someone is holding your head under water,
Choking and swallowing down the liquid,
Your lungs burn and you start to panic.
Air is stolen from your body,
And your last thoughts before passing out,
Are about your selfish desire to live,
No you don't think about the ones you love,
You don't see your life pass before your eyes,
All you feel is the desire not to die.
It's when a hand grabs you by your hair,
And tears your head from death,
It's that first desperate gasp of air,
That shows you salvation,
It gives you appreciation of the life you're wasting.
As I laid on the floor once again,
I contemplated my true best friend,
Damn how it hurt to realize I don't know myself,
You couldn't tell if I was crying,
The water of life slowly dripped off my body concealed it.
Where is the lifeguard now?
I feel nothing but the pounding of my chest,
One, two, three times it pounds,
Then someone breathes air back into my body,
They baptized me in my own bathtub,
They told me of darkness and how it wants me dead,
I couldn't understand their language,
As the told me of my mission in this world,
They told me that the demons were attracted to me.
I sat there thinking they were crazy,
I asked them why I have suffered so much,
They laughed and shook there head,
Don't you get it? They asked.
You're a prophet.
That's when I got up and left,
Then they condemned me to hell.
If you walk out that door I�ll call the cops,
Then call the cops.
Now it's blue and red flashing lights,
As I try to run,
Are these the demons they were talking about?
