Wednesday, February 2, 2011

S.P.I.R.I.T.S. By Jasen Sousa

S.P.I.R.I.T.S.


Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.

Channeling their energy through my arm,
they are not meant to cause anyone harm.
Don’t be scared by their ghostly presence.
If you listen you will learn some of life’s most valuable lessons.

Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.

I was out having too much fun, had my baby too young,
had it with a man I absolutely despise.
Trying to escape my pain I ruined my brain with drugs.
Overdosed for good at 19, brought to my demise.

Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.

One night I had too much too drink, impaired my ability to think.
I took the wheel knowing I should not drive,
pushed the pedal with persistence, my life gone in an instance.
Crashed into a bridge and the jaws of life couldn’t even help me survive.


Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.

I lived in a bad neighborhood, had no one to watch my back, had to cop a gat.
Kept it in my pants making sure anyone who messed with me wouldn’t have a chance.
My little brother found it, I saw him blast out his brains, heart pounded, silence. My Turn.
We both loved music, my little brother and I will never again get a chance to dance.

Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.

Kids picked on me in class, I wanted to have the last laugh.
Went to Wal-Mart and bought a gun off the shelf,
found classmates that I hate and decided their fate,
then I pulled it on myself.

Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.

Spirits which were slain, watch them fly out of my frame
as they could sense I was getting weak.
Spirits who chose the hand of this man to write, vanished into night,
they will return when it is again time to speak.

Special People Invisibly Remain Inside These Sentences,
trapped inside cemetery fences reciting repentances.




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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