Bitter Dream
By Nadine White / Spinebreakers Crew
My alarm went off today
but no snooze could silence it
It was the heart-wrenching cry of another mother, who lost her son
she didn't get to tell him she loved him
....someone shanked him for fun.
Shit, now I'm teary, and my soul is weary, and I'm sick of this dream
But I just can't rise,
and no amount of tissue could every dry these eyes.
Oh, I wish I could find this button 'snooze'
but in the time I could, another youth's face is in the news
But I don't read it, I already know
and my torrid heart's ablaze with hurt
So I tear the paper to pieces,
and it submerges my boots as I tread the dirt
I need to stay alert in this dangerzone I once called home
I am a soldier in the battlefield
I am a prisoner of war
Just to rock to the corner shop everyday Is really just a perilous chore
But nonetheless, I chore – to get up and wade through the bloodbath, that which I called UK
The screaming, like a siren in my ears
I pray for dawn, and a new day
What a life I live, resenting life, stooping low in the battlefield
Vulnerable to my own troop's confused blade, armed with no sword or shield
My own men seek each other's life.
All stuck in the mud of 'no vision',
all suffering from the same mental condition that tells them to fight the “opposition”,
the opposition is ourselves...
so how can we ever excel, and escape this hell of mere existence.
As I speak, I'm clutching this wilted rose with but 2 petals left
I am surrounded by the surrendered others.
The wilted rose of promise
Everyday, I live, breathe and feel ripe, unexperienced fear
Curious, furious, delirious fear,
Can't you feel it?
I heard life is but a dream...
a bitter dream.