Thing of it is:
All of this madness
Drunkenness
Nightmarish requisites
Emblazoned pasts
Ego driven wired infantile
Screaming fire breathing
Snakes in the grass
Forest fire
Tsunami
Earth scorched
Man...
Can be tamed
Forever
.
By only one soul
One touch
One fire
One
Vermont Cabin in the Woods

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Make the most of your days
For you truly only get 20-30
Beautiful ones
The days you remember...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Make the most of your nights
For everything after midnight
Is either evil or an adventure...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Put your feet in faraway oceans
Revel in the laughter
Of your children
For you only get them
For only so long...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Kiss your mother’s forehead
Hold her hand
Tell her you love her
Forgive your father
Cry for great music that
Sings to you

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Love someone unconditionally
Forgive yourself for being
Who you are
Live with it
Let the worst of your thoughts
Turn to something else...

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...
Watch the morning come up
The full moon turn to blood
Clouds race across the sky
Lightning streak above your head

Make the most of your bones
Before they turn to dust...

MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR BONES
BEFORE THEY TURN TO DUST...

You’re the fire
I’ll never be
Able
To
Put out...
.
Ever
.
I should just
Accept
That
.
Even on my
Deathbed
.
I’ll look past
Everyone
.
For you...

Nowadays love is an unattainable
Idealism
Between two people
Who’ve never met
Wrapped in ‘what ifs’ and
‘what could be’
Lying in lies next to someone
You could physically love
Kissing them hello & goodbye
Everyday
Decaying, Rotting, Effervescent
Eradication of Soul
.
But
‘What If?’
‘What Could Be?’
.
Goodnight kiss
.