Today is as beautiful
As yesterday, and the day before
And even the day before that –
The sun so bright and sure
What every man would give
To be living in my shoes
Each day so light and lovely
And to have the right to choose
It is so pretty here
As are you, my dearest beloved
Fair limbs so browned,
With the soft skin that I coveted
Good food is on our table
We are blessed, are we not –?
Each morn is so peaceful
The individuals get forgot
No stress or worry
Only good, happy times
There is never a single daylight moment
That the sun does not shine
The peace has a numbing edge
Lulling my senses to sleep
But I like my damned senses
And some I’d like to keep
It starts to feel strained now
Suffocating, in a way
With every passing, fragrant breath
With each and every perfect day
It feels so very showy
Superficial and dissatisfied
Compared to the life I could be living
In my young but battle scarred hide
Yes, you are beautiful love,
But there is nothing in that head
The trees and flowers look so pretty
But this scene appears dead
Too much of a good thing,
As some wise person once claimed
Too much beauty and peace
Has made my good thoughts stained
I no longer remember
Any time before this light
Because my thoughts before this
Seem unholy and not right
Yes I have been purified,
Yes I have been saved
But my Lord God’s good will
Shall lead my soul to the grave
It was promised that He’d help us
It was promised He’d bring light
But compared to this surreal nothingness
I crave the sound of the fight;
Clang of naked blade on blade
Men yelling out like savages
The very real hurt and sting
Of blood drawn in all its graces
Let me go Lord, I need out of here
Heaven is not the way that I crave
Has Hell all of the sinful pleasures
That I shunned so to be saved?
My flesh is what I miss the most
Intensity in all its sensations
But I miss my unclouded mind, too –
Following the paths of a billion nations
But I cannot get out
For it is here I am trapped
A beautiful, empty paradise
For those whom in spirit lack
Please all people of flesh
Heed my desperate call –
Do not come to these pearl gates
For it is the end of it all.
