The Big Empty

I was smiling,
Looking out at the world from the tower's point of view when something tapped me at the top of my spine,
A voice whispered that it was time to go,
So I left,
Then the tower fell.

I was surrounded by the heavy that is hot water accented with salts and oils,
Steam rising from the depths opening passages long clogged and closed,
Itunes asking me if it was a crime that I still loved a her from way way back in the beginning,
But I'd left the soap on the sink.
I stepped out to get it and the speakers fell into my former resting place,
There's no point to heaven if it can't cleanse you of sin.

A steak filled with billions of angry cows fell on the floor,
The bullet with my name on it misfired in the chamber,
Conversations killed every hope I had off falling off the wagon and into something that wasn't what I deserved,
I am driving slow in fog and rain,
Visibility is zero.

This big empty used to a world of a thousand drunken dreams gone dry,
The scent of a woman was a trap set by a little boy who only wanted for the whole world to be happy and healthy,
The smell of french toast and sliced pears with a side of veggie patties and maybe some scramble tofu,
The sounds of a sale called in from the coast to my left,
Time plays tricks on your in a nebula made a choices.

One day soon I will tag and anchor on my arm that's been made into a crossbow,
It's arrows sharp and ready as it is shield by the seven tooks of a builder and destroyed,
I will cross the river Red sea once it has turned blue.
The crust of this big empty will be filled with a honey-dipped world made brave, fluid and brand spanking new.



Out.