Canary Revenge

Drifting on the empty canvas of my life, Brushes of fate forcing my expression of condemnation, Too close to myself to see the image I have created. Step away from solidity; step away from illusion, It lives not when your close your eyes. Your hand will never caress its depth, its truth, Crying colours with fruitless meaning, But one with merciless impression. Hold that canary in your hand, Study its fear-filled movements, Then eat it, because you let its inspiration die. You took its song and buried it in your pain, Covered it in the shit of your hatred, And you wonder why life stinks. Let’s find serenity together, But don’t turn your back on me, For I have hands and You are but a canary to me. So sing your song, let it inspire my revenge. (25/06/2004-RSA)