Chapter 21 - Throne of Ashes and Bottles
Submitted January 5, 2009 Updated April 29, 2009 Status Incomplete | I wouldn't call this poetry. More like the mindless ramblings of a confused teenage girl.
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Chapter 21 - Throne of Ashes and Bottles
Chapter 21 - Throne of Ashes and Bottles
Song not a poem. Written for my band, Ambient Awakening.
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I guess that was the last straw,
so long hopes, so long cares.
But it's not like you'd really mind,
I was always more of an accessory than friend, now wasn't I?
So this is it dear friend,
smoke your smokes, drink your drinks.
Get as high as you can.
But when your make-believe paradise burns like a joint,
don't you dare mutter my name.
Keep on stumbling through you drunken nights,
dreaming of car crashes and astronauts.
Both of which are within your grasp,
but dear, this is a do or die situation.
Keep wandering through those alleys,
where your breath becomes smoke and your eyes turn red.
Keep on running girl,
because you can always reassure yourself with on more smoke.
You wrapped up your hopes and dreams with that green,
now they're burning, but you're just too far gone to care.
On your throne of ashes and bottles, you feel as if you're on top of the world.
But in all reality, this is just a small town,
and you're no royalty.
Lower than a peasant, you'll roam this place for eternity.
Look at the horrid hole you've dug for yourself,
clawing at the sides when you cry out.
No one will lend you a hand,
because you were not there when it was we who needed help.
Time to strike out on your own, you've chosen your own fate.
Sink or swim.
So many let downs for such a small person,
now it's that I let you down.
Live in your intoxicated blur, I'll live in my clear cut clarity.
This is good bye, I'm letting you die.
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I guess that was the last straw,
so long hopes, so long cares.
But it's not like you'd really mind,
I was always more of an accessory than friend, now wasn't I?
So this is it dear friend,
smoke your smokes, drink your drinks.
Get as high as you can.
But when your make-believe paradise burns like a joint,
don't you dare mutter my name.
Keep on stumbling through you drunken nights,
dreaming of car crashes and astronauts.
Both of which are within your grasp,
but dear, this is a do or die situation.
Keep wandering through those alleys,
where your breath becomes smoke and your eyes turn red.
Keep on running girl,
because you can always reassure yourself with on more smoke.
You wrapped up your hopes and dreams with that green,
now they're burning, but you're just too far gone to care.
On your throne of ashes and bottles, you feel as if you're on top of the world.
But in all reality, this is just a small town,
and you're no royalty.
Lower than a peasant, you'll roam this place for eternity.
Look at the horrid hole you've dug for yourself,
clawing at the sides when you cry out.
No one will lend you a hand,
because you were not there when it was we who needed help.
Time to strike out on your own, you've chosen your own fate.
Sink or swim.
So many let downs for such a small person,
now it's that I let you down.
Live in your intoxicated blur, I'll live in my clear cut clarity.
This is good bye, I'm letting you die.
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