RSTL. i am 2-0...
Your standing at a grave... what thoughts feelings rush through your mind.. what happens... Expand.

i sipped that bottle of dreams....in

another cloudless empty night, in the epitimy of life
another magic ball of thoughts, and another wish to die
one last walk with my soul, one last day in this land
my seeds may rejoice, the birth of the gun in my hand....

damn, death was so tragic, so helplessly hopeless
i stared at the gravestone, while selfishly floatin'
it's terrible i know it, and this body is trapped inside
because every dive he took led him to a bath of lies
many passed him by, but i took a second and read
those engraved words, much better off dead...


it hurt me to think someone would do such a thing
blah...fuck that was mean, it wasn't right or loveful
so later that night i returned, with a light and a shovel
i dug in the dark, grudgeful, i don't get hate, it's sick
so i just counted feet, as they changed from 2 to six
the moon destroyed the shadows, just as i asked him
and i felt like the star in the backrow, when i saw a casket
battered and old it tattered the show, i unlatched it with hope
and to my suprise it was empty, except for a bottle

and a note....

"Dear curious wanderer, thank you for your concern
i never layed in this pit, although often i've yearned
to stop all the hurt, it seems like the easy thing to do
in the end it's so absurd, you'd wish it wasn't you..."

i broke down in tears and they drowned the night
thoughts erupted my head, my son and my wife
my life...how i also wished for the end...
i straightened up...and began to read again..

"It isn't through, life continues to be a dissapointement
until you can learn to live it, and heal without ointment
seek annointment, you have gifts and many talents
don't let the devil, knock your sites off their balance
if i gave in it those times of a mess, imagine the stress
imagine the sneezes, without a single soul to bless
life is not easy, imagine my pain, my mind was so weak
and the crown i was given is less than the one on your teeth.
take the time to think, at what you have, try not to sin
think of your son, make it better for him...and attempt to live..."

...i dropped the gun, it hit the ground with a thud
i gave the moment of thought, realized all that i loved,
i saw what loved me, and brushed on the surface
dusted the mask off, and realized my purpose....

and it wasn't to die tonight....

"the choice was yours, good of you to read this....
i gave you your life, and you can take it or leave it...

signed....
your son....jesus

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