Darth Urra's Lair

“I’m Not Quitting”
Daniel Goad
2-4-07

Cursed with the flames of a thousand spit-fires
Fires that spit from the wicked lips that break
Away like chips off a cold shoulder so tired and ill equipped.

“Just quit,” is the tip I’m given, even though I
Close my eyes all this bullshit is still not leaving.
Nothing is believable, except the feeling of being drowned
While craving the water that which is sinking your
World that might need saving from the being you think isn’t caring

Imagining the future creates a wound that you can’t even suture,
Shafted by the casted weight of you own mind that you thought had “it,”
But passed “it” to be crafted and then to be blasted into tiny little pieces.

Dusted off by the eyes that wash me clean, calm my scream,
And cool my steam; I wade in their color of blue. Wade to await the fade
To black and then to awake in a field of jade
Where perfect memories are made,
To grow old and see grey, not blue brings tears of fears that
Nightmares may leer and wait for me to think of you.

I don’t fear the darkness, though the sharpness
Of thoughts of you outside my reach within the
Opaqueness shred me into smaller bits to
Be eaten by reality around me.