Perils of Pauline

From youth to here, the way we have dared to steer,

Old to young, young to old, the only thing marked in bold.

Only useful once shit hits fan, resource when you need a hand.

So recipocation, emancipation please in this verbal masturbation.

One more scream in exasperation…

 

Because now I scream to the world,

The way they once screamed out to me.

Enamoured by the way I used to be steady,

To hold your ship, take your war on.

I hold a note of silent regret,

Cause I knew when it was my turn, no answering heed.

Yet my desire for rescue is still the same as they once cried at me:

“Save me!”

 

Should have been wiser then, should have saved, been the miser,

Waiting light, dying tonight, this is never ever right, no delight.

Spinning wheels in the mud of lone despair, every day for all anyone cares,

Yet for so many brides of disaster, I took the roles no one wanted to master.

Now faster…

 

Because now I scream to the world,

The way they once screamed out to me.

Enamoured by the way I used to be steady,

To hold your ship, take your war on.

I hold a note of silent regret,

Cause I knew when it was my turn, no answering heed.

Yet my desire for rescue is still the same as they once cried at me:

“Save me!”

 

Always been there for those needed with open arms and deceptive charms,

playing games, somewhat tame, but lately always come up so lame,

Seeking one Human emotion, no potions, yet there seems to be no motion,

Why is there nothing left for me, for every blind eye I made see, every lost soul that has come back and said I once set them free.

Yeah, I get it, I see…

 

Hunter man, ain’t supposed to ask for help in the jungles of hell,

Forbidden subjects that sometimes you cannot change alone in the fortress of,

Solitude that is not only capable of holding the Superman of fame,

But the weakened past hero that finds himself in need and to reframe.

 

Because now I scream to the world,

The way they once screamed out to me.

Enamoured by the way I used to be steady,

To hold your ship, take your war on.

I hold a note of silent regret,

Cause I knew when it was my turn, no answering heed.

Yet my desire for rescue is still the same as they once cried at me:

“Save me!”

–Thomas Spychalski

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