Stranded

Walking in between the lines of the road of life,
Holding in my grip next to my throat a switch blade knife,
Stranded for the long run on the Highway to Hell,
Its seems I am cursed by this malevolent spell,
The pain and suffering never ceases to slowly swell.

Strolling along in the middle of the garden of good and evil,
It seems as if my life was the center for creativity, the devil's easil.
Can someone come out here and meet me half way?
Why must I hurt like this day after day?
Is there anything else for me to blatently say?

Swimming in the sea of unreasonable terror,
Is anyone out there, does anyone care?
My life is a sheet of paper for everyone to joyfully tear.
I would say something, but I wouldn't dare.
Life's a bitch, its never been fair

Moving from one corner of darkness to another,
I have to remain invisible so I dont blow my cover,
Hideous demons in beautiful bodies,
They hurt your heart, it gets so blotchy
They hurt me, They took my heart right out of me.

Mapping out my get-a-way plan,
Needing the company of a nice young man,
One who will be my get-a-way van.
I want to leave this society forever,
Everyday makes more of this painful endeavor

In a meadow far and wide,
I have my man by my side,
I couldn't leave him if I tried.
He is along for this ride
Through years and many a mountainside

Through the mesas and valleys green,
Several decades we have seen,
Wrinkled, ugly, fat, and mean,
Tell me, through all this time
Where have we been?

Where has time floated away from me to?
I am done, retired, there is but nothing else to do.
Sitting down, looking forward
Life and Death becoming bordered
Heaven is waiting for me, Life is aborted.

Where did my old mystery man go?
Do I spend eternity alone forever so?
Or with someone else shall I grow?
I loved him so much for all my life,
I knew he would die by the knife.

Cant I speak to him one more time?
Oh Come on, God, its not a crime.
I will miss him for always and ever,
Send me to hell, pull the lever
I will spend time with my man forever
I was in the wind, he was my feather.

We would soar above the snow-white clouds,
Trying our best in life to avoid the crowds,
That special someone was my soul mate,
He is my priority, even to this date.
Now we are the fishes bate, secluded in a wooden crate

Flying, soaring, singing, glistening,
Together we are all the time,
Best of all no one's listening.
We are both happy now,
Is that even worth mentioning?