breath

so as they've laid him down to sleep  
their night will hold not 'ere a peep  
he laid there waiting wired awake  
for the first trill cries of a world at hate  
 
the fall of one gave rise to the next  
set of pathways that lead him away from the nest  
and a laugh is a cry once you've cried till you laughed   
nine stitches sewn in to save time for the past  
 
searing holes through his soul cigar burns of sorrow  
in yesterday's nightmares are the cries of tomorrow  
kicking so hard to get out of the shallows  
a life saving hand pulled him into the shadows  
 
where behind the worlds stage behind all the curtains  
is where he would stay until he was certain  
that down a dark alley double cardboard delight  
was no longer the best place to sleep for the night  
 
so it's out to the world again theories to test  
but again he discovers he's not like the rest  
so its back to the edges where life used to be  
total isolation and perfectly free  
 
he didn't end up there it's a path that he chose  
a walk through the sewer in search of a rose  
as again he lay waiting for the crying to start  
from the world full of sadness that arrives in the dark  
 
it was no time for questions the time was at hand  
and he needed to know how to act like a man  
responsible for your actions the words that they said  
led to finding new ways to get out of his head  
 
with a soul full of fire and a stock-whip tongue  
shooting shots of tequila from a musket gun  
He took a few hits but postponed the fight  
and silently chose to fade into the night  
 
so out through the window he quietly leaped  
and that marked the last time this young fellow slept