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Deal With It

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Published: Mar 25, 2007

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You say the night has lost her spark,
The stars grow dim and the future's dark.
Everything you dreamed has turned to dust,
While you wait to be turned to ash and rust.

But you're stuck. You're caught. There's no way out.
You hide in the dark and scream and shout.

You think there's nothing left to see,
You've been everywhere there is to be.
So you're asking me what you should do,
But all I can say is you've got to—

Deal.
Deal.
Deal with it.
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit.
You'll just have to deal
Deal with it.

I know this feeling
makes you wanna kneel,
But you'll just have to
find a way to deal.

So deal! Deal!
Deal with it!
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit!
You're gonna have to
Deal with it!

You want to feel alive again
You want to find that perfect friend.
But you just wallow in your pinning,
You'd never see them for all your whining!

You wander, You're lost, and you can't find
The things that went bump behind your mind.

You still can't find your rightful place,
All you've got is a beautiful face.
But all I want, all that I demand:
Is for you to face the shadows and—

Deal.
Deal.
Deal with it.
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit.
You'll just have to deal
Deal with it.

I know this feeling
makes you wanna kneel,
But you'll just have to
find a way to deal.

So deal! Deal!
Deal with it!
Even if you feel
Like you wanna quit!
You're gonna have to
Deal with it!

Now I know that you're tired and you're feeling sad,
The situation's crazy and it's driving you mad.
But what's it gonna take for you to realize
That the Night is greater than what you see with your eyes?

So deal! Deal! Deal with it!
Even if you feel like you wanna quit!
You're just gonna have to find a way to
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Deal with it!

First off: How DO you get your text to center in text submissions anyway? I know it's possible... Anyone who divulges the secret shall be rewarded!

As a general rule I try not to inflict my poetry on the innocent public except in short, harmless burts accompanying a picture. How then, you ask, do I justify this? Well, becuase this is not really a poem: it's a rant, mostly on whiny people in general who only look at what they don't have and ignore what they can do, but aimed specifically at those who lurk in dark alleyways, have fangs, and pale skin.

I imagine this would be a song Grimbald would sing upon finding a whiny, self-sorry vampire. I imagine also she would accompany it with some dancing and a snazzy tune.

Speaking of Grimbald, that's her behind the text in the preview image.

I wrote this over the past week, although the subject has been sitting in my brain for months.

Critique at your peril.
Enjoy.