If God Is A DJ, Why Does The Record Keep Sk-Sk-Sk-Skipping?

I don't have an evoca account. I should get one. Anyways, I wrote this to be performed.

Broken dreams and fragments of memories lay on the floor.

Sharp as glass.

Step on them and it'll hurt,

Almost as bad as remembering.

 

In the corner you can find him.

Cheeks stained with woes,

Chest filled with holes,

Eyes raining tears like dark clouds during a hurricane.

 

It's gotten to the point where he doesn't want a name,

No face or flesh.

Just a chance to start fresh,

Something he probably won't get.

 

Something he probably won't get,

Like the answer to the questions:

"Why does life have to kick me so hard

When I'm already down?

 

Why do I suffocate?

Why do I feel like I'm going to drown?
In this sea of bodies,

I could not hold my own against the current.

 

So in my current state,

How can I learn to embrace this so called fate?

How can I re-educate myself,

To understanding that I don't deserve this."

 

And the questions are repeated,

Like a broken record.

Never does the tune play through.
He just sits in the corner, lost and confused.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I like it. The answer is most people arn't listening to all the bandwidth. The saying goes Broad is the mind, Wider the Road. Ride a Wedge, live life like a toad. Hop...Hop...Hop...
Wonderful piece!
Liked it very much!