We wake up every morning and look to the west
Our ritual
Would that maybe the future be much brighter
Than the past
I don't know much more than supposed to be
I wouldn't
Dare to guess

I know the ocean is much deeper
I've seen beneath the surface
And drowning sailors
And ocean floors

We wake up in the morning and search for what's right
Nothing is
We only ever wait for the day the sun doesn't rise
May tomorrow
Fare the well

I know the seas that stand between us grow
And inbetween us only storms
And brutal squalls all raging
And ocean floors

I know I

Deny my blood
And I was only bleeding for you
Maybe in time
My heart not anachronistic

These seeds
Don't ever sew
Won't ever grow
Won't ever know
Be fine

Too locked in my own mind
To deal

...

And what of the past
A rich tapestry of multicolored denial
I don't know if I bled
But I feel like I did

These roots
That don't unfold
That don't take hold
Story untold
Be fine

Too trapped in my own design
To live

With my destruction
Once the boral terracotta
Sinks below the the rising sea

My roots have known
Long before the leaves
There is no sun left for me

And blonde is the only color I see
Not these black and starving nights
Not these screaming banshees white

Halfway inbetween
Cantilever bridge
When I want to turn back

My eyes have known
Only a little of the light
The morning brings

When I'm cured of my disease
I no longer need to fight
And blonde is the only color

Bitter imagination
I know the wheels on Mendicino avenue
The saint of the rose
Where she goes alone
Only hours behind where the sun goes to set
Grown so tired
And each irrelevant question
Interminable problem
Becomes a fear hard-cast in stone
And even the weightless
Is too heavy to bear
Life is a battle
The world spins rounds of ammunition
The man pains to bring peace
To that city far west of the place I stand

There are no flowers in the desert
Only fruitless land
Barren, dry
And beautiful

Tooth of a dog
Sign of the ram
Forced to walk as I am
Broken
History

Cobblestone

No longer bleeding into gardens
Overflowing Rhododendron
I wish I were
Where the flowers bloom

Eye of the goat
Horn of the bull
Made to walk as I've become
Damaged
Future

Concrete

Finding parking lots and empty streets
Where I can bleed
I wish I were
Where the flowers bloom

I spend as I can
While nothing in my hand
                Give me an out
It wasn't meant to be this way
It's cold most every day
                Give me an out
I starve if I must
In a life where not is just
                Give me an out
           Give me an out
      Give me relief
Give me some peace

I stand when I can
I fall on demand
              Give me an out
                         Save me from myself
              Give me an out
              Give me an out
              Give me an up
              Give me an out
I know what is right
I fail to keep the fight
              Give me an out
A reason
Anything

She is beautiful to me
There is an edge
Far above
The water
There is the water
Far below
An edge

Jump if no ones looking
No one knows
I give it my all
Give it my body

She is beautiful to me
The water is pure
Is innocent
The water
And my sinning self
May die happy
Drowning in her loving arms

There is an edge
There is an end
There is a truth
There is a peace

I jump when no ones looking
Still she cares
I give it my all
Give it my soul

She is beautiful to me

When reason becomes unreasonable
I tear at the edge of the sky
And **** myself
To cancel my scars

Its so much bigger
So much
It is a massacre of the mind
And the way to reach the stars

My middling heart

I call your name

Knowing you could never save me

It was something
When the brittle sky was colorful
And the fog lay heavy
The coldest nights
At least
I feel like stars will shine
Sometime
Or another
Skin to know you
Song to praise you
Eyes that only see the ending of the ever loving hope
I know that there is a future
I know
I know that the sun must rise tomorrow
I know
I know that the music will keep on playing
I know
That all I know now
Is nothing

Dissipated dissolution
March of many colors
Turn it down to you
To blue
I hate to watch you walk away
To black
As though that's all that I can do

Demurred
Devolution
The cranes swing wide
The tillers in the field
Cut down the stocks
Separate all wheat
From chaff

Month of many colors
Red for all the blood I bleed
My fingers reaching still
And white
And how my eyes just open
And blue
Form the iris growing slowly

Dissonant
Delicate
The color is only empty
As far as I can see
All revolution
And the falling of the sun
The night