Reprieve

I am not a halo wearin’ punk stain from the sidewalks of New York
I am an evil gypsy turnin’ tricks on ships of port
I gather all around, filling life with threat and plunder
I ride the scallop on the wings, dreaded wings of thunder...

Tears of ice, I see you crying in the setting sun
in your eyes I see the darkness and the rising moon
the day is coming, realization, that I always knew
nothing can change the fact, I know that life is through

the hangman on the steps, he’s testing out his noose
there is no peace to speak of, a misconception, truce
everyone is shouting, shooting, spitting at the T. V.
No one notices, I am invisible, aren’t I, can’t you see

I lead a troubled life, I’m on my way to Hell
In the distance, pealing, the toll of Satan’s bell
no, nothing changes, there is a gun, it's against my head
I say good-bye, pull the trigger (BANG) now I'm dead

blood is oozing down my face, it’s running in my eyes
I have no feeling, I am dead, there is no need to cry
the attendant said “there is no chance” which is a crock of shit
the morgue is cold and lifeless, they brought me here to sit

time is short, I make my peace, it’s really not too late
I see a light, it’s over Heaven, that, I hope’s my fate
Angels flying all around, within a golden sky
this is where I break down (TEARS) I begin to cry

I turn around, and yet, I see you standing there
a lifeless corpse, so fresh, I didn’t think you’d care
withing the cavern, calling, Satan waves good-bye
Angels all around, fading, back into the sky

life is over, no, just begun, I feel I’m waking up
I got a taste of thunder, enough to fill my cup
Hellish dream, it was, I start to change my way
every minute, there’s a chance, to begin another day

the revelation, of a dream, oh yes, it can be so real
haunted memories, of a past life, that is what I feel
now it’s time to change my ways, the future lies ahead
before I bite the bullet, really, and I end up dead

I have to get away, again, and find a life of peace
the haunted memories have to stop, oh yes, they have to cease
before I trip and fall, and begin another blunder
I ride the scallop on the wings, dreaded wings of thunder...


				*A Variety in Prose* *Reprieve*



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		(c) Ron Kinard 2009 I am not a halo wearin’ punk stain from the sidewalks of New York I am an evil gypsy turnin’ tricks on ships of port I gather all around, filling life with threat and plunder I ride the scallop on the wings, dreaded wings of thunder... Tears of ice, I see you crying in the setting sun in your eyes I see the darkness and the rising moon the day is coming, realization, that I always knew nothing can change the fact, I know that life is through the hangman on the steps, he’s testing out his noose there is no peace to speak of, a misconception, truce everyone is shouting, shooting, spitting at the T. V. No one notices, I am invisible, aren’t I, can’t you see I lead a troubled life, I’m on my way to Hell In the distance, pealing, the toll of Satan’s bell no, nothing changes, there is a gun, it's against my head I say good-bye, pull the trigger (BANG) now I'm dead blood is oozing down my face, it’s running in my eyes I have no feeling, I am dead, there is no need to cry the attendant said “there is no chance” which is a crock of shit the morgue is cold and lifeless, they brought me here to sit time is short, I make my peace, it’s really not too late I see a light, it’s over Heaven, that, I hope’s my fate Angels flying all around, within a golden sky this is where I break down (TEARS) I begin to cry I turn around, and yet, I see you standing there a lifeless corpse, so fresh, I didn’t think you’d care withing the cavern, calling, Satan waves good-bye Angels all around, fading, back into the sky life is over, no, just begun, I feel I’m waking up I got a taste of thunder, enough to fill my cup Hellish dream, it was, I start to change my way every minute, there’s a chance, to begin another day the revelation, of a dream, oh yes, it can be so real haunted memories, of a past life, that is what I feel now it’s time to change my ways, the future lies ahead before I bite the bullet, really, and I end up dead I have to get away, again, and find a life of peace the haunted memories have to stop, oh yes, they have to cease before I trip and fall, and begin another blunder I ride the scallop on the wings, dreaded wings of thunder...



		*(I wrote the original in 2000, this is a re-work of the original, little bits and pieces have been changed for rhyme and clarity)*