Alexander James Gopoian http://www.myspace.com/amidsttherapture   Never Call Banging fists against some backdoor window glass yelling to be let in The shards of my childhood begin to crumble As i stumble across the bare wood floors I notice the door was unlocked at the last second And those times seem distant enough to touch Like the reflections of light on the walls As though serenading me through a dance in an old middle school hall Or when the wind fell out of my spirit one last time Not after the seventh grade morning announcements And the slivers of certain flashbacks sink into my flesh Bringing back the feelings of once before For they teach me the deepest sorrows of pain and hatred And broaden my chances for the highest love and hope Because those were the old times And i bare the memories because i'm on my way to my room I'm on the way to safety I'm on the way to the reflecting pool on my closet door To see what the world and i always hated and realize there's nothing behind that three dimensional image And the walls start to lean in but i don't lose my view I see the past unfolding into tomorrow A tomorrow i never want to take in with open eyes With the first fall of the day being from my bed To the last being from the dreams of the stool to the air i call heaven To the never will be's i almost lost To the last day of a life i could long to keep And i walk out the front door one more time... ... never again will i be the one thrown out I want to be the leaver of nothing And the wanter of everything i've been kept from having So maybe your ignorance was bliss Just don't call asking for the truth back ... Maybe the truth knows himself for once