Ready?

no scrawls really descended my fingers
no real pain still fruitlessly lingers
infact there was no beauty in blue eyes
and no scratching of thighs
this was a simple test and a simple rest
though i forgave them everything
and had trouble to stop remembering
i never realised the size of how big this would grow
never felt myself letting go
a corona one too many
a bottle of wine too many
are you ready?

are you ready?

pain still stings, and i still sing,
beauty is still in blue lies
and burning is still between the thighs,
the simple test was never the best
but it was the easiest and that i never guessed
and now as i stand with a gin in my hand
i'll forever ask if i'm suitable for this task
am i ready?

am i ready?


i'll never be ready
never be steady
dance with the choir
profess myself never a liar
but once they cease this little piece of my shamble
i'll throw it all away on a simple gamble.

are you ready?