Walk Like Shark-Bait

Walk Like Shark-Bait


The curtain is cut, the actors gone home
The sea is rough, I stand alone
Another Monday in a stormy week of sighs
Totally naked amidst the lows and highs.

It’s a short-bus ride to insanity
When your heart has been perforated by love’s profanity.
Cut the curtain, smash out the lights
The sharks will circle all they like
Sell the soul to the maker of tears
Rend the cries from the lips of the cheers
The leaders of the cheers take from me years
And my talent takes a hike.

Learning to be yourself is a lot like repeated suicide
You’ve got to examine, then gut, what you can’t abide
Take all those comments you thought were snide
Put them on black and let them ride.

My apocalypse, your atrophy,
Nobody has a trophy that looks like me
Loneliness and betrayal are the devil’s ugly daughters
All the predators smell the blood in the water
The curtain is in flames and the bruises will not heal
And not all the makeup in the world can conceal
The ache that splits my soul from my spirit
I cry so silent that no one can hear it.

The curtain is cut, the actors gone home
The sea is rough, I stand alone
The death-comet stole the scene today
The director has thrown the script away
And my actress leans over my life with an axe in hand
This job has become the very quicksand
I was want to avoid
My death comes slow from what I thought I once enjoyed.

They circle, they swirl, they sense the kill
My blood, my life, they long to spill
With teeth, and jaws, they close to my end
These predators that I once thought to be a friend.
All is dark, all is black
All is done, I am all lack
But still survive by clinging do I
Once again returns my week of sighs.

My death comes slow, my death still lasts
I have no lungs, so no last laugh
I’m on the short-bus in my mind
The mind, the field, the mine, all mine
Smash out the lights and ignore the cheers
Truth is my death was foretold for years.

Learning to be yourself is a lot like repeated suicide
You’ve got to examine, then gut, what you can’t abide
Take all those comments you thought were snide
Put them on black and let them ride.

Take all those thoughts of self from which you try to hide
Put them on black and let them ride
The game may be fixed, you may not survive
But when you walk like shark-bait, you have no life.


August 9th, 2009