An Abandoned Church
(…written in 2009…)
The daily discontent
Has got me mourning
And you will never know
How true I was
You would never know
What songs I could’ve singed
If I ever got the courage to sing them
An abandoned church can stand
Only for so long
Before the weak inherit its fragile interior
And mark it as their own
I got me a waltz
That I waltz whenever I’m alone
And I got me a song
That I hum along to
When my emotions are dead inside
I hum along
In hopes of emotional resurrection
I take the abandoned stage
And perform my gay cabaret
To the audience of misfits toys
And forgotten faggots and outsiders
And nuns and priests
Left to wank on the burden of their own demise
The daily discontent has left me here to
Scream insanity, and the daily purge
Has left me here getting fat off of apathy and snacks
And yes, I would like fries with that
The daily discontent has got me humming along
To the songs that speak to me, deeper than heartbreaking words
From my distant and colder lover
The gay cabaret from this effervescent faggot
Changing skins and changing suites
To suit my new disorder
An abandoned church
Can only stand for so long
Before it sets itself on fire
Realizing what the future brings
Evolution in
Religion out
Equality in
Bigotry out
The daily discontent has left me here
Looking at words on this screen
Words on papers
Falling, crashing and tumbling
On my still beating heart
The daily discouragement
Has got me spitting blood
And getting sick from the corporate beast
That is the father and son and holy ghost
And the followers that waltz to and fro
To Sundays service
And hand jobs for the oppressed
And repressed
My sexual identity dilemma never changes
And no amount of female nudity
And condoms could ever change the direction
I was meant to take
So sit down, shut up
Just be a man
The daily dilemma
Of trying to be comfortable in your own skin
Has gotten so bad
To the point where you don’t know
The reflection you see anymore
The sexual identity dilemma never changes does it
Sitting down
Getting numb
Taking drugs
Just keep on filling up your prescription cup
And do you feel the way
Your parents want you to feel
And yes, I got me a song
To sing
When I try to sing it
And yes, I got a gay cabaret
Happy or homosexual
Take your pick
Surely I jest just because I can
Surely I scream anarchy, just because I can
Getting fat off of empathy and apathy
And maybe I can hold off on the fries for now
And yes, I got me a sexual identity
And yes, I got a heart to give or break
And yes, I got something to lose belief in
The daily discontent
Has got me mourning
And you will never know
How true I was
You would never know
What songs I could’ve singed
If I ever got the courage to sing them
-Jon Powder-