Three Days of Grace

 (Tribute to an awesome band that inspired me and my writing greatly)

What if you were given the opportunity to turn your life around? If someone looked you straight in the face when you had no hope left and said: " This is it, my friend... How will you use your three days of grace ? ".

His empty bottle hits the floor.

He just can't take this anymore. 

A mirror that reflects his face,

Shows him that he is a disgrace.

He knows what he's doing is wrong,

And he knows that it just can't go on.

He knows he wants his life to shine,

But can he change his life in time?

Don't stand here and tell me it's too late.

Don't stand here and tell me this is your fate.

If you had three days grace,

How would you use it?

Don't stand here and tell me this life is for you.

Don't stand here and tell me what you can't do.

If you had three days, to change your life,

Could you do it?

Her bloody knife hits the ground.

She feels like she's chained and bound.

Every time she cuts her wrist,

She thinks that she's hurting him.

The pain inside her heart is real,

But she just wants her scars to heal.

She knows she wants her life to shine,

But can she change her life in time?

Don't stand here and tell me it's too late.

Don't stand here and tell me this is your fate.

If you had three days grace,

How would you use it?

Don't stand here and tell me this life is for you.

Don't stand here and tell me what you can't do.

If you had three days, to change your life,

Could you do it?

The innocent youth cries in pain,

Being told he's in the way.

A father's fist upon his skin

Shows what he thinks of him.

No one is gonna save his life

Unless he calls for help tonight.

He knows he wants his life to shine,

But can he change his life in time?

Don't stand here and tell me it's too late.

Don't stand here and tell me this is your fate.

If you had three days grace,

How would you use it?

Don't stand here and tell me this life is for you.

Don't stand here and tell me what you can't do.

If you had three days, to change your life,

Could you do it?

                                                                 

And then it all fell through...

It was a simple day, a day like any other. Where everybody leaves, but no one even bothers. It only took a second, for me to realize. That misery would beckon and I would never rise. So... "Jolly good !" I thought... "I really need a drink !". In blood red tasteful wine, my misery I'll sink. So I began to gulp, the blood red sip by sip, and not a single drop, I had in mind to skip. And then I singed, then cried, then smiled for a while. But ultimately all I did was end up in denial. About my plans for life, about those for myself. About the stacked up feelings I push onto a shelf. About the walls inside me that build up when I hurt. About my role as jester in life's untimely court. And then it all fell through... it blew up in my face, it felt as I'd transcended the plain yet wicked space. And time was but a factor that never had a say, in what I'd choose to stand by or in my woozy sway. I zigged and zagged my way up, on fate's unkindred string, and hoped that it would break as did my only wing. When I decided poorly , to follow this false path, I knew that I would give up my honest right to laugh. I barely force a smile, but doubt it's even true. And now I know why sadness, embraced the color blue. 

  Anthem of extinction

And as it turns to dust,

Both metal and it's rust,

Eventually they fade

And wash up in the rain.

Amidst of all this show

There comes a mat of snow,

That clothes it all in white

And blinds our piercing sight.

It mirrors all our scars

Along with who we are.

The purity, the sin,

The happiness within.

They mix and melt as one

Under this putrid sun,

That's fading day by day 

Until it's gone away.

And all we're left with now,

Are questions as of "How?",

And "Who?", and "When?", and "Why?",

We never even try

We sit here and accept

A fate that's worse than death. 

Where we become so rotten,

That we end up forgotten.

It's getting cold inside.

Still, not a hint of snow.

This frosting won't subside

To fragile temps of thaw

And then we feel a chill,

And then the trembling starts.

With paralyzing thrill

We close our icy hearts.

Today is the beginning of tomorrow

   Hey there, it's me M, I write to you on behalf of no one. I know not what I'm supposed to write or to whom I'm writing. I just let the words flow into rivers of sentences that twirl around until they end up at ease with each other and accept me as an author.

   Today... it's dark outside, oh so dark... and honestly I've seen it one too many times. The murder of crows that ominously flies over our not so beloved dorm, the silent overheated air in this enclosed space that me and 3 other students call a room, the seemingly endless glass of beer which I always remember to fill yet forget I did it, the music that's playing way too loud and yet still fails to bother my ears and then there's me, the same sad sack that cuts classes on a whim and yet still manages to deliver his homework on time and get the good grades. I go on and on about how I'm pleased with how I ended up but the truth is I'm not. This routine of getting by day to day by doing the exact same things is drowning me in boredom. I can feel myself sinking into a vicious cycle of unfulfillment. It's killing me inside with every loop. And I'm in serious danger of coming to terms with this comfortable numbness of soul. In conclusion, from today onward, my days will represent a balanced level of procrastination and productivity. I feel like I just need a taste of who I am if I am really going to be somebody in this life and the only way to get it is to search for it. Because in all that we know, life is a road, a path we walk and sometimes trip on, but all we can say for sure,  is that in the end, the journey is the destination. The cuts and bruises are the medals of our bravery to face this road head on, and the holes and bumps in the road are the ups and downs that shape us as what we need to be. So I'm just going to walk this path and stop at nothing until I can finally mirror something that I feel I can be proud of.