I don’t care about dying
I don’t even feel this life is mine
I just want a restart
To get it right this time

I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do

I wonder what it would be like
Living from my guitar
Singing songs from my heart
Travelling under the stars

Now I’m bolted to an office chair
Enclosed by partition walls
Losing my graying hair
Tormented by phone calls

I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do

I should’ve never let go
Those deep emerald eyes
That sunny smile that shone
So beautifully under blue skies

Now, I’m hiding in the kitchen
Pursued by my two ex-wives
Running around like a chicken
While dodging flying knives

I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do

Caustic crystals corrode my brain
I’m in a crisis
I’m going crazy
I’m criminally insane

An iron hammer hits hard
My hands are heavy
My head is hazy
A hundred blows to the heart

Taken by schizophrenic thoughts
I’m terrified
Trembling from hair to toes
My stomach is tied
Tangled in tormented knots

Vast bubbles of blood
Blast the burning veins
Boiling arteries burst
And all the bleeding is in vain

Dark clouds gather in my head
Forecasting a thunderous storm
They cover the blue sky
A thick haze form
Obscuring my mind

Flashes explode everywhere
They stun me
I can’t see

Thunders resound inside my skull
Their thudding echoes make me so dizzy
I feel like falling

Freezing rain starts to pour
It drips relentlessly from my eyes
Cascading over my chest
Frosting my heart

I seek refuge in myself
And contemplate the storm
Trembling
Waiting
Letting it be

Until it’s gone

I dread the darkness of my dreams.
As I slumber, it's sorrow that I see.

Skeletons with scarlet skulls seek satisfaction.
A squalid squadron that scares my soul.
Their furious faces are so frightening.
I hear the high hiss of their howls.

They march through wind and marshes to wage war.
Defiant, they bring doom and destruction
In the name of the devil they adore.

As I run under rain for refuge,
The feeble road fails under my feet.
A crevice cracks my ankle,
A crazy creature creeps from the scarp
And bites my bones to bits.

I beg for the brightness that will blast the shades that shock me.
I call for the cool morning to come.
But fighting is futile.
In this obnoxious night, I’ve run the final mile.
It is all to no avail,
Dead without a leaving trail.

My energy levels are down
Batteries depleted
A broken robot stuck on the ground
Beaten and defeated

I’m close to self-destruction
I need an electrocution
A power charge flowing through my circuits
Toasting my bits, baking my pieces

Someone, please help me
Erase my memory
And reset me free

Today I woke up in fear
That tomorrow you won’t be here
I wish my house could forever be your home
I dread the rainy days I’ll be alone
And open my eyes to see you’re gone

I crave too much
Your velvet hands, your corduroy touch
The gentle warmth of your embrace
The silk of your hair brushing my face
The glowing ember in your eye
The blazing shine when you smile

I fight with the anxiety
Facing the unbearable reality
That night pushes away the sun
That we’re racing a pointless run
That our castles will shatter on a blast
And we’ll soon vanish in the past

And even though I understand
A snowflake will melt in my hand
We are only guests in this foreign land,
Still I’m scared of the winds that blow
And not prepared to let you go

But I must not wake up in fear
In this radiant morning we are both here
With your head resting on my shoulder
I will blow all dark clouds over
To let the sunshine ease my mind
And celebrate we are alive

Hey, New Western Oligarchs!
We can’t travel on the rockets you fly
To take the fortunate to Mars
And leave our own planet to die.

You spread misinformation
That inflames our younger minds
Crushing a whole generation,
You ruin the future of mankind.

You level mountains for rare metal,
Seeking digital immortality.
You break our Earth for petrol,
Your greed finds no morality.

But in the end, you’ll see
You are of the same dust as me.

Behold the Square King
From the Kingdom of Ninety Degrees
You’ll find right angles on everything
And perfect symmetry is there to please

Here, the rule is the straight line,
The fastest way from a point to another
Curving is a heinous crime
Make a round turn and you’re over

Come to this righteous land,
So rectangular and fair
Hail, King Square!

As I half slumber into self incarceration
On the walls of my asylum
Electric spiders do their craft
Under their silk,
I’m numb of all emotion
Can’t know the present,
Don’t recall the past

From a pane of fake glass
Blazes a light of acid blue
It corrodes my retinas
I can’t see the truth

Loudspeakers deliver
A cacophony of digital howls
Green faced, I quiver
Under the ***** of robotic sounds

Below the announcer of blistering news
Puncturing my ears
A distant, faint whisper I hear
My pupils dilate, blood rushes through
Is it true?
Could it be you?
Could it be you?

I woke up from comatose
For taking a strong dose
Of some freak herbal tea

My hands were feeling cold
They looked wrinkled and old
From sleeping by the sea

Then I was told
By a lady wearing gold
That I needed new clothes
For I was shattering my teeth

She said I could get some gloves
At a warehouse down the road
And shoes for my feet

So, I drove my shopping cart
Down the Street of the Destitute
There to the old mart
To get me some mittens and boots

On the end of the road, I saw
A decrepit brick wall
Where the old market stood

It was forsaken place
Long left in disgrace
With windows of rotten wood

I walked through the parking ground
Until by the gates I found
An ancient pig as guard

I knew I was out of luck
When my vehicle got stuck
And I couldn’t run a yard

As the crinkled hog struck
I quickly tried to duck
Behind the shopping cart

The beast jumped like a goat
And it almost got my throat
But I escaped by a hair

I promptly offered him some wine
Because I knew that a swine
Would drink without a care

My gift worked out fine
The mean creature got benign
My neck it would spare

The guard got drunk as a skunk
And I quickly dived in the junk
As a stuporous pig laid on the ground

In a pile of scraps, I sunk
And amidst the waste I found
A pair of gloves for cold weather
And boots of shiny leather

The past is an illusion of the memory
Don’t believe in a history
That never was

The present is a creation of the mind
Your poor senses make you blind
To what really is

The future is only speculation
Figure of your imagination
It will never be

Your failed reason
Invents every season
And chooses time instead of truth

Sailing an aluminum can through the plastic ocean,
Cruising across narrow passages and dangerous ways,
Rocking and rolling under the continuous motion
Of dark poisonous mercury waves.

The boiling sun elevates a sulfuric mist from the sea,
Its torching heat blisters his darkened skin.
His mouth stings as if full of bees,
A desert of fluorescent water, not a drop to drink.

Zombie sharks surround the little cask,
Decaying fish breaths make him dizzy.
Corroded by acid, the tin starts to crack,
Escaping certain doom will not be easy.

Rowing, rowing, faster, faster,
He seeks the long-lost Island of Bliss.
The only place where he can find Her
And perish from a venomous kiss.