13 O'clock Blues.

13 o'clock blues. ____________ Time for one last memory, before that piece of lead hits, and the clock strikes thirteen. Pull up a sheet, and sleep awhile. (then drown in the wails of loved ones as they weep.) Did you honestly think trading one hell for another would solve anything? God was never really a doctor, you know. (he just plays one on t.v.) Sorrow to the point of anger would be an understatement,.. but we were always two masters of understating life's worst predicaments weren't we? It's no wonder I hide these feelings from the world. (and pretend to exist in a state of apathy.) but... You have opened the door to a season of change that still seems fresh and painfully new. A Season too Dead with nothing but old memories!..A Season lost, and cold without you. (and at times I forget whether it's you or my Shadow I'm even talking to.) _ I won't waste time with mystical cliches, or say something absurd like: " see you on the otherside" or "I hope you're in a better place." We knew the truth then, and we know it now;... the truth that life is merely a series of graves, from which the dead can never dig themselves out! Some just put on Fresh Faces, and look through (New), Old Eyes into an abyss which spans for All Eternity. (endlessly waiting for the clock to strike thirteen.) J.Stephen.H. _______________ I wrote this in thirteen minutes.. then wept for several hours.. wishing in my heart of dead hearts that it isn't essentially true.. but..that's the irony of life isn't it?I Deciding (as camus said) whether To kill ourselves or have a cup Of coffee and put on our comedic Masks to face another tragic day.