This is the end of
The story
It could be a happily ever after
But this is the wrong genre
I don’t live in a Disney film
There birds don’t sing
To keep me happy

The end

Heart racing
Didn't want
This night to end
So many tears
In the past
Were full of pain
Closed my eyes
As a single drop
Released from
Sunsets & Waterfalls & Rush
From the right eye,
The first one
Of joy
I had felt
In a long time
Came streaming down in
Sunsets & Waterfalls & Rush
If this is love
Then let me drown
In your
Sunsets & Waterfalls & Rush
Can only guess
At what it must be
To feel your touch...
Sunsets & Waterfalls & Rush

Here we go
open the beer can
bring it to the lips
have a sip
and...
There it is
that PSA starts running on TV
about a great part of the population
caring for nothing but how to get high
The numbers are alarming
Getting high has become
as much a science as it is an art
and a banal thing
Everyone seeks to escape reality

with desperation

therefore
the strongest drug of all
is suicide

so potent it can get you high
even if you just think about it

I had my share
but managed to change my mind early
I no longer think of suicide
but make others do it
and that still counts as getting high
since they're all characters in my writings

Piercing souls
Eons, Indoctrinated
Back-scattered at the heart
Suffering and release

I

Spirit dance, Naked
On fires in thunderstorms
Awaiting the axe you bring
To purge thyself in me

It's all so forgettable
Redacted from my mind
Sometimes I'm glad
But now I can never explain how truly
Bad it was

If I disappeared
What would you do
What things would you destroy
What tears would you shed
Am I worth a tear to you
Will you understand that this is what
I need

Eyes in the back of your head
But somehow there not just there
You've plucked them
And snuck them into every corner
Every word I say
You can hear

Strikes
Divine greetings
To a world under
Sunder
Good morning
Underworld

We meet again
In the rain

As fond of it
I am
Seldom Earthed
Upon dry plains

Fullness
Action beckons cause

Rumble reverberate
A birth
In a soggy tundra concerto

A beauty lies in the time
Between the lightning
and the
Thunder