Posted by ptownnow, a resident of the Downtown neighborhood, on Nov 6, 2007 at 10:28 pm under the influence
The First Time I Saw The Light ( it was the last time)
I'm lying on my back.
Beneath the wheel of my Cadillac.
My skull is cracked.
I'm seeing stars.
If I survive, I'm seeing bars.
And I can feel my legs beneath me,
both folded backward completely,
but I don't see my left shoe
next to me. I see a rescue.
The EMT is putting gloves on.
Everything I see there's blood on.
I'm about a breathe and a half
from death...
and, yes, I know,
it's a miracle I'm not dead yet.
Still... without divine intervention,
I will expire in this
dirty roadside trench an'
I SEE THE LIGHT.
I see I'm right where I belong.
I had it coming all along.
I see I was wrong,
should've spent the night.
Now I'm fighting for my life.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
I'm seeing visions of
faces of everyone I love.
Experiences I have known
have cornered me here all alone,
sending me back~~~~I see memories flash~~~~
I see me grab the keys,
sneaking out the back.
I hear the motor starting up,
no second thoughts.
I hear me saying bottoms up
and then I'm off.
I hit the strip,
with my cigarette lit,
lookin' down on everybody
like I'm "the s---".
Lookin' up,
hookin' up
with the windshield first
and I curse
as I feel my forehead burst.
It gets worse...
Ejected!
As I hit the dirt,
back broken at the hip...
you know that s--- hurt.
I SEE THE LIGHT.
Through the smoke and commotion,
I see a crowd of strangers
gathered around.
I look to my left
and all over the ground
I see
the shattered remains
of my drink of choice.
Hearing nothing,
but the sound of my voice...
so close to dying...
I begin to convulse.
The paramedic's struggling
to find a pulse.
I try,
but I can't breathe.
I'm gonna die,
but I can't believe it...
No Lord! THIS CAN'T BE!
The lungs in my chest
have both collapsed.
My lifetime and deathtime
have both elapsed~~~~~
I crawl slowly out from beneath.
I'm lookin' at a young cat trapped underneath
a heap of twisted metal.
My body shudders... imagining the pain
that this man has suffered.
I realize then that the face is mine,
as I begin to lift off
into space and time.
Bleak outlook for me.
There will be no tomorrow.
My legacy will be
that I lived in the bottle...
and died in it.
Why was I so thick headed?
If I could go back
I know that I would not be headed
to my grave so young.
SOMEBODY learn from this, because you cannot, you WILL
not return from this.
SEE THE LIGHT!
because you're right where you belong
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