Hell

12 09 2004

Hell’s comin’ loose,
there’s a pocket full of lead,
it’s a heavy load of nickels,
and it’s aimed right at your head.

The people on the square
tell you “don’t be afraid”
but they don’t know the glare
and they don’t know the shade

The wicked man cometh
rides high on the horse,
looks for wicked people
and runs them through their course.

Meh. It came to me, whether good or bad. We’ll see.

I took a load off my chest by telling someone exactly how I feel about her. We’ll see if it does anything. If nothing else, it’s one less thing to stress about in my life.

I said a prayer for the victims of September 11, 2001 today at about 11:30. I was slightly drunk, but I meant what I thought. The people served for us and worked at the WTC. They were part of our lives, directly or indirectly. I prayed that their families have full relief of the burden that’s been placed on them, and I hope they see their loved ones one day again in heaven.

The sadness I feel from their loss reminds me of the delicacy of life and helped me make my decision in talking to my friend. I could die tomorrow or in ten days or in ten years or in fifty years. Weird, huh? That’s why I’ve been doing the stuff I do.

Man. Too deep. I need to hit the hay and stop worrying about this.

Lata,
Co

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