Imprint

The atmosphere, over-heated

Stifling

Strong

Stuck to my chair

I belong somewhere else

I must, I pray

The price to pay for survival is high and the odds of winning here are questionable at best

Test after test after FUCKING test

They all make sure to keep their stations filled at all times

The crimes that have been committed upon my heart and soul are many

Leaving brutal scars that refuse to fade away

The games they play are no match for me

I see right through them

Too bad, so sad to be their fate

Nothing real is ever served to you upon a golden plate without there being a price to pay in the end

Send down upon me Love & Light, oh merciful God above

Send to me a man or two who are totally worthy of my Love

I have been ready to rock and roll for a very long time now

The Who

The What

The When

The Where

are all entirely up to you, Good Lord

All of the madness that has been dying to destroy me, I have some how quite easily ignored , so far

I wish that I could just get in my car and drive into the setting Sun

But, my car is only a ghost In my longing to have once again the things I once had that were taken away 

All that I can say is that I'm not going to tolerate any wickedness upon me ever again

I will no longer bend over backward, nor forward

Not at all

Not for just any old Schmo who happens to come my way

I'm not going to play the victim

I refuse to conform

The storm has blown over the city where I live

Leaving an imprint like chaos in the air

I don't care what I am not doing to please others anymore

In fact, I'm finding it hard to care about anything at all

I can only hope and pray and press on

Day by day

Their games I play no more

The end

I don't believe in pretending.....

June 29, 2018