Tombstone

Coursing
I'm lost again
Crossing
You're wondering why

He said, it's not what this lands done as it is what's been to me
She said, it's not like I tried to see it, but I tried to bleed
He said, it's not what's left me broken as it is what's carried in me
She said,

Oh, you come back
It's always the same
Like a sad scared whimper
Inky drops of wet rain in the snow
Where it's past two in the morning
The jukebox is cold
Diner is empty
We're here all alone

Don't pretend like you give a shit
Don't lie to me when I'll sit here and take it
Don't you fucking scream when I whisper
Don't you know when it's time for you to quit

Crashing
Calling
You're falling, you're falling
Yea, you're calling
You're calling

All of the lights, flicker
Music fades
Drift to paradise
Awaken to rain

So, you're calling you're calling
Calling to be saved
With a chip in the brain
Screaming blast all day
Now, you're falling
you're falling
Into venom pit ways
Slaving for nothing
It's time for breaking away
The ropes been severed
All those memories long since frayed
Just like love at first sight
These days seem to flutter away

Now you're calling, you're calling
and falling, and falling

Words flung backward
through time, they fade
spread a new virus
Called prey on disease
So you're calling you're calling
for leaves from the trees
but they're falling they're falling
Ripped by the breeze
If only my sun would shine
On gloomy days like these

Work in Progress. Take One.

I'll give it a shot

Who knew three hours could feel like a galaxy? Spanning across time innumerable and leaving shells of days where bright lights and laughing children used to play.

There's a feeling here that's more than what some would call one thing and less than something others would read about. Then, does it all even matter to a page on a vast and emotionless void of cyber-ether spanning the new multiverse that seems so much more reachable than the blank beyond out above our heads?

That's what's hard. Knowing that for once, maybe the sky lowered a bit and we can both reach out and grab our own little slice of the world, floating on deck chairs of cumulus and raining sex on the forgotten populace in ancient, broken, rhythmic humping. Like a jungle groove to ward off fear..

Here, I can be someone. I can be a King when everyone else sees a rat. Mixed with half truths and full truths for a change, those angels spread their wings aloft and fly into the dead of night, casting aside the standing feud for a dance tonight. Dance! Dance! Tonight, oh god tonight, dance. If nothing else you do, dance.

Tomorrow shoots into the sky from a megaton blast of molten fury. Sinking high in upside down anger, bats and laughter fill what was a calm sleep. Citizens awaken, shut your doors! We all burn tonight, on leathery wings crashing through windows of broken lust.

Then sometimes, something comes along and it makes it all seem worthwhile.