The winter of my life
i sit here in the dark,
windows closed and shutters drawn.
they usually are at this time of day,
blocking the virgin rays of dawn.
I wince slightly as the barbed fence
cuts through my cheek.
Of course, i dont mind the faint taste of blood
its the thought that its mine makes me weak.
"twelve months", he had said
it would take to correct my teeth,
to correct their arrangement
and repairs the errors that lay beneath.
Because of this nemesis of mine,
I cannot show my face aong my pears.
oh! how embarassng it is to see them laugh and sneer.
Well my handicap has continued for eight months now
four more to go.
I hope and pray fervently,
that time takes on a more rapid flow.
But I have to put up with it,
'cause for me a well aligned dentition is indipensible;
for otherwise the "bite" would be too painful,
and steal my gift of being undetectable.
There are times i go and
hang from my favorite banyan tree,
to find a place where there'll be just
my solitude and me.
dad and Mom sometimes accompany me there,
(its the place where they met you know)
their encouraging words are
what keep me on the go.
They have sustained me well through
this winter of my life,
Both physically and emotionally
as i deal with these pins and knives.
They usually get a poly bag for me,
after they have had their meal.
As the viscous liquid flows down my throat,
gratitude is all i feel.
Only four more months,
till my punishment ends.
once the dentist removes them,
I know exactly how to make amends.
of course he does'nt know who i am,
but he still has to pay for all he has made me go through,
and what better way to show him the result of his work,
than making an impression on his nape by my newly arranged crew.
I sit here in the dark,
My tears coming in traces.
As i fight the futility;
For you see i am a vampire with braces.he winter of my life
I sit here in the dark,
windows closed and shutters drawn.
they usually are at this time of day,
blocking the virgin rays of dawn.
I wince slightly as the barbed fence
cuts through my cheek.
Of course, i dont mind the faint taste of blood
its the thought that its mine makes me weak.
"Twelve months", he had said
it would take to correct my teeth,
Towards the goal of an optimal arrangement
by repairing the errors that lay beneath.
Because of this nemesis of mine,
I cannot show my face aong my pears.
oh! how embarassing it is
to see them laugh and sneer.
Well my handicap has continued for eight months now
four more to go.
I hope and pray fervently,
that time takes on a more rapid flow.
But I have to put up with it,
'cause for me a well aligned dentition is indipensible;
for otherwise the "bite" would be too painful,
and steal my gift of being undetectable.
There are times i go and
hang from my favorite banyan tree,
to find a place where there'll be just
my solitude and me.
Dad and Mom sometimes accompany me there,
(its the place where they met you know)
their encouraging words are
what keep me on the go.
They have sustained me well through
this winter of my life,
Both physically and emotionally
as i deal with these pins and knives.
They usually get a poly bag for me,
after they have had their meal.
As the viscous liquid flows down my throat,
gratitude is all i feel.
Only four more months,
till my punishment ends.
once the dentist removes them,
I know exactly how to make amends.
Of course he doesn't know who I am,
but he still has to pay for all he has made me go through,
and what better way to show him the result of his work,
than by making an impression on his nape by my newly arranged crew.
I sit here in the dark,
My tears coming in traces.
As i try to fight the futility of the situation;
For you see I am a vampire with braces.