Many years from here, today  
When you're finally on your deathly way
Think very hard of who you want to be
It's hard I know, incredibly
But do the maths all on your own
And don't be scared of the unknown

Do not let others tell you what to do
Or you'll become one of them too
Just Believe in yourself and soon you'll find
you can fit into just about any state of mind

And when you're on that final breath
You'll be ready to warmly welcome death
when the lights begin to fade
And bits of life start to evade
Will you travel the world, inside your head?
or just count your coins and wet the bed

He could have crushed it if he'd liked
That squirming thing in between his fingers
Tiny black Bulbous eyes, staring up at him
trying in a panic to speak without words
Arrange some kind of bargain for its life

Yellow Lilac tinted wings
Perfectly symmetrical, pulsated with fear
Taking the left one first, he tore at each end untill hearing the tiny snap
Then the next one
turning to sick crumbling dust blended into the mud

A thin black strip of a thing in the dirt
If life was fair, it could have been stood on
But was not granted such dignity
He would leave it for the sun or the  buzzards  
An eye for an eye, after all

Thursday evenings spent with you
Each Growing more repetitive than the last    

I see that you still recognise my face
But can tell from the dullness in your eyes that you cannot make much sense of it  
You feel the memories  
But your search for their meanings have long since reached bitter ends  
Leaving you Cast aside in the sterile loony bin

Oh, What such a bitter enemy is the clock on the wall
How badly the passing of time can damage us  
How our greatest gift can turn so rouge
rotting us away from our core
Turning even the strongest of love
Into a cascade of dust and insanity

How unjust but fearfully true
That our greatest of pains
In the real world would not even be strong enough to cut butter

Blame it on the weak
For they are kind of heart and blinded by reason-
It makes for such easy prey
But such a close and tender evening-
Nights lost in tepid confusion
Although always leading to a false conclusion-
But then again
there are them...

They are the thieves of dreams
Not In search of Rubies nor gems but something that cannot buy you such friends-
A human heart to call their own
A head to scrape along the wall
All to play their selfish selfish games
To have you for their very own

So Why do we love them ?
the ones who make us feel so lonely and scared
Such Neglect Is something we shouldn't dare to bare-
If the world is full of such wonderful people
Why do we fall for those Liars and Cheats?
Such vicious jokes
But they got you...

And I watched you
as you prooved yourself wrong
Dragging yourself through storms to be somewhere you must truly belong
Something you call good-
Well you have a bad case of mirror syndrome, it's true
You fell to the depths of someone-               surely not you

In the rain
Outside in the rain  
Staring through
the wooden shutters
In almost darkness
Brown wooden shutters
With dust entrusted to them
And he see's the man
see's the man with the dog
The man with the dog staring
With sunken eyes
He watches
He spies
With dead sunken eyes
Sallow eyes
Glassy eyes
And then a grand fear is felt
All over the body  
The man with the dog and the sunken eyes
He listens
He see's through dust entrusted shutters
Looks at him outside
In the rain
In the dark
And suddenly a great feeling of hopelessness comes upon the earth
And does not seem to leave
He does not go away
And the rain pours
And the man with the dog and the sunken eyes stares
And he won't go  
He won't leave him alone
He smiles
And watches
And won't go away
Won't go away
Won't leave
And In the dark
Nothing changes  
the rain does pour
And the man does stare
And he does watch
And life does go on
And nothing changes