That moment, That realization
That all they say are pretty words
Ego boosters in forms of compliments
Reasons and excuses, realizing its not real
That all they're trying to do?
is make me feel better

Standing idly on ocean fronts I find myself wanting
Upon rocky shores who's seas are empty filled with air and depth

Mountains call home to the soul.
The stars stare back to meet my eyes.
If life were made to life inside
Our eyes would be black
Air would never be so fresh

So what is it, as I sit upon the shores edge
What is it I thirst for, What is it I want?
A smile escapes into grin
Why would I ask myself a question I know the answer to?

My skin moves with the ageing of society.
That my bones know the song of lovers distant and near
Tapping fingers upon stones and earth alike
My voice rumbles the mountains echo of old

I am the dark forest and within me is the secret of life
Within me is the primordial soul
The extinction of each being placed upon grave stones
I will rise up again to claim humans from themselves

I will rise up
my dynasty never ending
I am the forest here my call

Helmets on, guns at the ready, two kinds of First aid kits
One for the wounds you sustain in battle
One for the wounds you sustain at home
Demons with slack jaw faces and eyes as black as night
Their skin as pale as the moon
Their hearts as empty as my whiskey flask
War isn't pretty nor is it reasonable
But remember what we're fighting for
The people crying in their rooms
Those who tears drop with no one to catch them
The times that people lose themselves to their demons
Never forget what we're fighting for
Now go.
And Come back home

My twisted tongue speaks words less than wise
But it is enchanted with loves sound
An escape artists hands
The memory of forgotten love
It knows not how to speak the full truth
And it cant tell an entire lie
That the words I speak leave existence to die
That creation was a toy of the mind so we must play with it
Taking ostracized thoughts and bring them back home
Take no moment of deepest secret thought
Of the most sacred of intentions
Leave none unmade and let all be known
There's a reason that ink cannot be easily unwritten
It is the will of creation that what has been made
Not be unmade

We'll Start off, making our way towards oblivion
The smell of cheap cologne and drinks
We'll ink the way our hearts bleed onto our arms
No reason to hide our motives when we cast a line
after all.
We both bit at the bait. And now you have me.
And I have you.
You're forehead pressed against mine
grins as wide as the man on the moon
Stealing kisses here and there, Its a shame
We wont remember the night

A two hour delay
crowded in a school
Hot as hell
I'm pretty sure I'm in hell
That's alright.
I'm sure to make friends