Death Is My Friend

I first wrote this one when I was 19 and was hoping that it would be the greatest song of all time, a cross between Led Zepplin, Black Sabbath and Neil Young.

 

However over time it has been lost and recreated in many various guises but this is my last draft and hopefully I will never have the urge to change it again nor will I think that this could be a song.

 

Thanks for reading

pete

 

 

Death is my friend
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Am I sitting in my chair, am I lying on the bed
Everywhere I look I am haunted by that face
No matter how hard they try, they can’t see in my head
Yet I see they left me my shoe lace

The nurses are cute in their uniforms of white
The Doctors are evil you can feel it
I close my eyes I don’t want to fight
The voice in my head screams it

DEATH IS MY FRIEND
IT IS SO CLOSE NOW
DEATH IS MY FRIEND
WHY WON’T THEY LET ME GO

I feel your presence all around me
But my eyes are blind to this vision
Why won’t my mind let me see?
It’s just too hard to handle the decision

I open my wrists but they close too soon
They took me away, again
Years ago girls would swoon
Today it is just disdain

DEATH IS MY FRIEND
NEEDLES, PILLS, DRUGS
DEATH IS MY FRIEND
I AM NOT A THUG

To you my way of life looks easy
I always feel it a different way
You try to make my end look sleazy
But I will have the final say

Here they come again with needles in hand
The lace won’t hold me it breaks once more
I am what I am, Why can’t they understand
I want to be frozen, yet not to thaw

DEATH IS MY FRIEND
MY KINGDOM FOR A NOOSE
DEATH IS MY FRIEND
PLEASE LET ME LOOSE

I once led a happy life
When I was young and thin
I asked a woman to be my wife
Too young to begin

There were no boundaries
No end in sight
The problem was a penis
It wanted its own life

DEATH IS MY FRIEND
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE
DEATH IS MY FRIEND
WHY IS THERE A CHOICE

The end was vicious, ugly and sad
Several years later, and not very wiser
I had swapped my fiance for my hand
I know live the life of a miser

Suicide they say is an ugly word
But have a look around and tell me what’s worse
The homeless the junkies the burden on the world
What I’m feeling right now, is it a curse

DEATH IS MY FRIEND
I SHALL SAY FAREWELL
DEATH IS MY FRIEND
JUST DON’T TELL

I still listen to the songs of old
All those words, all the phrasing
Yet to the deafness of my soul
Is it a life well worth saving?

I will not see any angels
Or bright lights to follow
I will only see the devils
Of a life filled with sorrow

DEATH IS MY FRIEND
AM I ALREADY IN HELL
DEATH IS MY FRIEND
TO ALL FARE THE WELL

Dreaming Of Life

Dreaming of life
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

 

I wonder if you know?
Have you felt it?
Would you know?
Do you feel it too?

Questions of life passing
Reasons for life living
Fabric of time, reality
I need a seem ripper

Dreaming of a life better than this
Hoping for a life with you
Neither will happen
No BALLS, no FUTURE

Suicide would be gutless
For these feelings I should be punished
To atone for my sins
I will live without love

I’m sure that you feel
That friendship is all we got
If only you knew the truth
Dreaming a life of never

Riding Through Oblivion

Riding through oblivion
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Drinking is such a waste of a life
But for some of us it is eternal
Everyday we get closer to dying
Maybe that is why?

Alcohol, alcohol, my sweet alcohol
You used to be everything to me
Now you are the thing that reminds me
Of what I used to be

I was never lonely when you were there
Heaven was a place where I could get you without reason
A place where you made me feel like a man
Somewhere in time my life is good

You now have competition for my life
My soul is no longer YOURS to play with
My love for you will never wane
My love for her has a stronger hold

My Sweetie is more to me than you
You will win the occasional battle
Rene will win the war for my life
In fact she is beating you to death

Don’t be sad for the loss
the life of a drunk is never an easy one
We change our minds all the time
Of my love for her I will always be true

You are my other lover and when I am with you I feel ashamed
My life with you was a bad dream
You made me do things that I will never be proud of
Hurting people that will never like me again

My life with you was a wild ride through oblivion
And yes I was happy and free
Yet I knew no better,
I was stupid and young
My addiction to you was a scary time

Life Is Funny Sometimes

Life is funny sometimes
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Life is funny sometimes
Everyone trying to please someone else
When they don’t seem able
To please themselves

I have found that a dirty mind
Is a wonderful thing
But this ode is pure
Just my mind opening

Why do I live here?
When you are over there
Have you even seen me?
Do you even notice?

Yes I am old and grey
My life revolves around
A fantasy? A lie?
Help me decide what it is

Life is funny sometimes
Here I am at my computer
Do you even have a second
Thought of me. NO!!

Darkness

Darkness
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

If life is like a box of chocolates
Then death must be a banquet
To exist in this way
Time in retreat

People say never open your heart
Never trust, never love
A solitary animal
Forever in the dark

To live upon this crowded planet
And never to have true joy
Must be the classic tragedy
Yet too many are in the play

A dark world is where I belong
No light to show the way
A place where life is real
Not this badly timed joke

Don’t fret for my soul
Nor pray for deliverance
For I am already here
Just ask the darkness

Life
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Sex and drugs and rock n roll
What a way to live life
Life was as easy as the women
Fluffy clouds around the navel

The lights are too bright
I cannot see you
You don’t know what you are playing
It’s very quiet on stage

Pondering right now
Technology on the move
A computer as my confidant
I miss my Bastard Bass

Late at night you lay awake wondering
How you missed the right turn
Life travels down it’s own path
How the hell do you get off?

Lonely Bed

Lonely bed
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Voices in my head
Little voice in my ear
Too blind to see
Eardrums reverberate

Middle of the night is worse
Noises in the walls
People having sex
Sleeping dogs lay down

Navels, nipples, nips and tucks
World is weird
People running all around
Yet loneliness is home

The darkness of my heart
Your name turns gray
Snoring, tarting, sleeping people
My bed is too big

Skin On Skin

Skin on skin
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Your eyes are beautiful
The colour escapes me
They compliment your skin
Penetration and softness together

Smile that is contagious
Happiness that is honest and true
A face that changes
Just before the world does

With you in my life
Everything becomes more clear
Friendship has a new meaning
Life is bearable again

People running everywhere
Why should I follow?
Your memory stills me
My heart beats faster

The smell of your skin follows me
I know if you were there before me
You see me and smile
Life is good and right

How can I sleep alone
Knowing that you are not there
Skin on skin, breath on breath
Dream, never to realize

Never Knowing

Never knowing
By
Peter Andrew Gunnis

The face that launched
A thousand ships
Everyone fell in love
Beauty is such a fragile thing

Why do I feel this way
Schoolboy crush and all
Fantasies of a life yet to be
Reality is a bitter pill

To long for a touch or kiss
But knowing of the never
Friends we are and stay
How sad a life to live

Death will claim us all
How fleeting is life
Should I speak or write
No point time up

Memory

Memory
By
Peter Andrew Gunnis

Lying in my bed at night
Pondering the way of the world
Letting the darkness engulf me
Voices, voices fingers in the brain

Happy thoughts dissipate quickly
You talk to me with urgency
Syllables dripping with venom
Words are knives to some

An empty heart awaiting fulfillment
A body needing instruction
The voices louder and louder
Years of doubt and longing

A life craving wanting
Many voices calling to me
Urgently needing this vessel
To your voice I seem deaf

Help me to comprehend this
Guide me to your bosom
I need to sup’ from your cup
The memory of your face, light

I feel the heat of life
The stench of death
Worms and maggots the colour of green
The face is now only a memory