The Final Cut

Trough the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes, i can barely define the shape of this moment in time.
And far from flying high in clear blue skyes, i`m spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive, and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes, and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, dial the combination, open the priesthole, and if i`m in i´ll tell you what´s behind the wall.
There´s a kid who had a big hallucination, making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you sleeping with your found faith, could anybody love him, or is it just a crazy dream?
And if i show you my dark side, will you still hold me tonight?
And if i open my heart to you and show you my weak side, what would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children way and leave me alone? And smile in reassurance, as you whisper down the phone, would you send me packing, or would you take me home?
Thought i oughta bare my naked fellings, tought i oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands, prepared to make it but..just the phone ring..i never had the nerve to make the final cut…


The Final Cut from Pink Floyd…
Final Cut Album.

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marinadetails

Animal lover, life lover, determinated, cold hot, really intutitiv, strong and not many times weak (most because of my life-hard)...love to write even if nothing special most of the times... Just came here to let my toughts out lout...

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