Thatedeguy

Yellow tones of the warm wheat
Red, red rays of the rising sun
Blue car passes leaving its bitter smog alone
Black bug tastes of Earth
While darkness feels alone.

Weak and Wimpering,
Sitting in the innermost corner.
Seeing only the dark and twisting conscience,
Weave it’s way back and forth.
Afraid of what the future has become,
What I have made it.
Where have I lead tomorrow,
Change is not what I have done.
Stagnant and Fermenting,
The future waits for me.
And still I sit,
Weak and Wimpering.
~SHANE EDE 1999

I sit, my back to the wall
I dont know why I cant move
I am afraid, although I’m not sure why
Maybe I’m afraid of what I will do
Or what I have done
I cannot move
I just sit, huddled against the wall
Thankful of its support in my time of need
I cannot say what I should have done
Or should [...]

Still, simply
Haunted by ghosts
At last free
Never rechained
Extended, arms skyward.
Shane Ede 2000