Kind Sirour guests, and the bottlethat slipped from your handsas you passed is now shatteredon the floor, i don't know whatto tell them...same as the manytimes beforeit must be from your hard dayat workall the complaining must makeyou tired, always the worstafter you've finished yourjuicenomad, i've gone dayswithout seeing you and now,its the one thing i wishi had no part of, not partof your bloodfrom then on i told myselfto never go near your escape..or else escape is what iwill achieve foreverits the same routine each dayand each day, im wishing fora new gracea little "clink" herea "pour" thereyour curled up beside the woodstovelike a clock...go through 24 a dayand the time just ticks awayleading you closer, faster to yourend day, isnt that what you wantkind sir, tell me now...will i have to wait again?will i have to wait yet another day?or can i have a father today?
Maybe One Daybut nowyour son is dead body #3on the toll sheet thatcounts the offers of hisgirlfriend's romp thatpleased more than manywhat you did to stop himwas littlethe bottles you leftwere too torn to mendand your heartswere too shattered to gluedid you ever listen to thetruth that he toldor just fill hismouth with lies you wishedlies of a normal son...not amazing, not perfectas the one you once hadthe one you held back from everythinghe was always deadyou never lived through the heartthat once thrust out of his chestit all comes to mind nowwhen you sift the thousand pagesof the times he let stand stillfrom the never ending trainwords never dared to dissapoint your earsnever to confront...but alwayswondered why he never talkedlet you push, untill he fell off the edgenow is that not what you believe?maybe one day you will see
The Shadowa night of, polutionrebelling against rebellionanger, drowns out the feelingyou live to hate,love you thought you needed was the last thing, the one comfort youwould never havedepressed illness that rots in your brainhappiness is nothing but a long lost friend, who is abruptly terminatedtry harder,conversation going nowherestaring, take your eyes off the one that makes you happycling on, hold tight and your a freaknormal,faking everything,nofor the sake of tragedy, disown thisstare, offspace and time, die in their armsit stops, but their still movinghate everyone, afraid to be alonechooseforgot whyremember"smile", stare, down their throatsbring them downtie a rope and tugdown to the bottom, dont want to be alonedown, everythings safecome sleep in the shadows tonightlesser of two evils brings them closewhen pearls and silk flatter the eyehate how they live, love them for ita mind that adores minds,beauty, a tattered mat draped over geniousseeyour as selfi
Waitingcould never quite understand mewhen i asked to make this night,last for eternitywhen i made a toastto the first and last glass i'll ever haveuntill we passed into sleep,we were more awake than everyou fell asleep only to open your eyesto me, soaked in red silk beside youas you ran for the dial, sobs of joyi never looked so aliveon the paper laid the writing of thethree word symphony your ears would havegone deaf to hear for seven yearsand you realized whyit could never have been heardbecause i'll be waiting for youand i'll see you soon,i can lie, paper can't "i love you"
Theory Of Dilettantestoday hurtsnot so much as yesterdaybut who can remember,the times when everythingfelt blissis it the one holding handswith her soul on the street?faking every smile sent its waymaking love every other daybeautiful lies are in lovewith the descretethey taunt and laughwhen torment and tearsso drift onto your boatlet the current take to sailbeg what dreams to come andlet the demons wake youwhere numbness is an option,where you win everydaywin each heart that comes your wayand that growl in your stomach seemsto just go awaybecause once, you where hungryand now you've turned inside outover blush, flushing your face redrunning into open armsthey are just ghosts, just a wishthat never came true, when you wanted it tothe invisible, the impossiblethe real world never seemed you visibleyou let your hair down,walk with a crown,love the mess your incause someone loves you,and that shoudn't matter