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.