Motel

The dust it settles
A hazy disillusion called life
You walk up to the counter
Greet the man behind the desk
And he asks you what room you would like

A selfless moment
You thank him as you leave
You slide like grease along the hallway
Pausing only to see some others
Wondering why they’re there
And nothing seems out of the ordinary

It never occurred to you
This is the end you’ve been seeking
This is the moment after you went down
A stark realization gives you shivers
And it’s too late to turn around

You never saw the sign before went through
But the doors are closed behind you
Is this heaven or is the hell
It looks to me like a fucking motel

The door is open before you
You walk in without hesitation
Nothing seems out of normal
Accept for the blinding light through the window
You lay your bag upon the bed

Look out of the door down the halls
There’s just pictures of pictures of motel walls
There’s no phone on the table and there’s no TV
No bible in the drawer if the need ever be
Even though I hadn’t read it to begin with
Well I guess it doesn’t really exist then…

An eerie feeling creeps upon you
You stand up to find yourself
You go over to the window
But there is nothing that you can tell
And it all seems uninviting
So you figure you must be in hell

You never saw the sign before went through
But the doors are closed behind you
Is this heaven or is the hell
It looks to me like a fucking motel

You tried so hard to be a good person
You thought that you could do so well
You thought you led a simple life
So how and why could you end up in hell?
You tried to ask forgiveness
But you never really could tell…

Just who the hell was listening on the other end?
And was he just pretending to be your friend.

Only now can you realize
All those times you took his advice
What seemed so perfect and well devised
Was a ploy to ensure every bad vice
And all time you figured you did right
Even though you weren’t very nice

As you think back about the guy at the desk
Do you remember if he had horns
And all those people you paused to stare at
Were they lying on a bed of thorns
the reason you couldn’t see out of the window
is because there isn’t anything to see
and in the back of your head you can only hope
that this a level of purgatory

and you hope for a short stay
a vision of another day
and all that you believed it to be

But…You…
never saw the sign before went through
and the doors are closed behind you
Is this heaven or is the hell…
I can’t really tell…
It looks to me like a fucking motel.

It doesn’t matter anymore
You lie down on the bed
It’s soft and inviting and smells real nice
And it’s probably all
in your head

Motel

krazyredboy

Seaside, United States

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Another unrealized song that I had completely forgotten about, until I decided to put some more writings on here. Now that I remember it, I think I will try harder to make it into an actual song.

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