i was sifting through a notebook a moment ago to find a clean sheet.. and happened to stumble across this. unfournately.. if anyone reading this was hoping i had typed out the lyrics to redneck/racist rockers Pantera's "Walk" from their seminal "Vulgar Display Of Power" album.. sorry. lol. but read on anyway.
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Walk
11/07/99
Long walks with my temper
Take me back to my eyes
Staring at the pavement
On that street corner where
I'll never show my face, again.
The blanks I had mistaken
For ammunition lay untouched
Scattered in the gutter
And I swear the empty
Shell casings of the fatal shots
You fired are still smoking.
Sometimes I can still smell the gun powder in the air,
Much like I smell the shit
In your words.
Its taken forever,
but I've finally healed.
You robbed me of
My own social weaponery,
Something that cannot be
Bought or sold,
A pointless act of desperation,
As it was apparent it would
Never be of any use to you anyway.
But still,
You slipped away
With your perfect crime,
Confident that you now owned
The one thing that would
Always prevent karma from catching up with you.
That is, until the day,
Not long ago,
The cameras were in place,
And I had a front row seat
To analyze your approach,
As you froze solid.
Knowning you couldn't stop yourself
From careening head first
Into this brick wall that
You created as your primary defense.
You never expected
That I would, one day,
Come bursting through you wall with ease,
And that one day,
There would be nowhere left
For you to hide.
I've taken back what is mine,
And now find humor
In your misguided attempts at deception.
You should know better,
Than to even think,
That I would ever..
Ever let you in again.
dave
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Walk
11/07/99
Long walks with my temper
Take me back to my eyes
Staring at the pavement
On that street corner where
I'll never show my face, again.
The blanks I had mistaken
For ammunition lay untouched
Scattered in the gutter
And I swear the empty
Shell casings of the fatal shots
You fired are still smoking.
Sometimes I can still smell the gun powder in the air,
Much like I smell the shit
In your words.
Its taken forever,
but I've finally healed.
You robbed me of
My own social weaponery,
Something that cannot be
Bought or sold,
A pointless act of desperation,
As it was apparent it would
Never be of any use to you anyway.
But still,
You slipped away
With your perfect crime,
Confident that you now owned
The one thing that would
Always prevent karma from catching up with you.
That is, until the day,
Not long ago,
The cameras were in place,
And I had a front row seat
To analyze your approach,
As you froze solid.
Knowning you couldn't stop yourself
From careening head first
Into this brick wall that
You created as your primary defense.
You never expected
That I would, one day,
Come bursting through you wall with ease,
And that one day,
There would be nowhere left
For you to hide.
I've taken back what is mine,
And now find humor
In your misguided attempts at deception.
You should know better,
Than to even think,
That I would ever..
Ever let you in again.
dave
