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Cory Williams Apr 2018
Woke up this morning, tripped tying my shoes
Looked in the mirror, feel them Black and Blues
Yeah woke up this morning, got me a mind full of bad news...
Looked out the window, world painted in them Black and Blues.

Got me a paper, got no eyes to read
Got me no paper, got all them mouths to feed
Can't win at all baby, yeah I was born to lose
Got weight on my shoulders, skin got them Black and Blues.

Wasting time baby, wasting time is all I do
Yeah I'm...wasting time baby, wasting time, that's all I do
Got no tomorrow
'Cuz today has those Black and Blues

My mama told me, she told me when the sun goes away
Yeah my mama told me, told me when the sun goes away
Look up at night to the moon
And see it reflect anyway.
Read at the pace and sound of a typical blues riff.
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Ha ha! How ironic is this conception?
A bottle, filled left in the oubliette that you and I fill!
Perhaps it's a cruel joke, or maybe compassion
To let us drown our sorrows in a doldrum like fashion.

Hell, my friend, it surely awaits, so let's take our swigs
And numb ourselves from our unmerciful fates.
You know, this situation as I drink gets funnier and funnier...
I'd bet right now, de' Medici herself stands above in the Louvre,
That crafty witch!

Would you like some more of this Cognac before the dungeon master
Comes back?
One more joie de vivre until the chemistry fades?
What does it matter if it isn't ours?
Our final hours will be forgotten, and between you and me,
This will start the after party early.

A votre sante!
To the nobodies!
Two men awaiting execution in the dungeon.
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Calm in the eye
Fists of the storm
Thoughts swirl like oceans
Behind the Leviathan Wall

Tears of tsunamis
Crash upon the shore
Swallowed by the sands
Of the Leviathan Wall

Screams of the beast inside
Under pressure of the leagues below
Make pockets of choking air
Inside the Leviathan Wall

Dreamless sleep of nights
And awake dreaming of better days
Fires burning below
Strong is the Leviathan Wall

Seen from the stars
Built from hearts of stone
On the surface it fades and dies
My broken Leviathan Wall
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Touching the untouchable
I'm the stone that cracks your glass house
And shatters the ceiling, raising the bar.
I set the new standard on top of the freshly laid
Foundation of you.

I'm a ******* Molotov that shut your tank down,
Rags and combustion, simplicity to overthrow the regime-
That is all it takes.

All of these years building those walls
Lining your stomach with steel
Forgetting that the poison you swallowed
Eats you alive from within
Bringing you down.

I'm the alternative
I'll make it the primary
The rise from the ashes of you
Will be scary.
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Peering through the windowpane-
Standing stained, I watch you pained-
The torment of your disdain-
Is where my happiness lies in lock and chain-

I'm here in the rain-
Droplets scatter in the wind like the thoughts in my brain-
Why don't you notice and let me in?
You open a window, and the scent of the atmosphere mixes with the
Salt of your skin-

Today, I'm coming in...

I love you.
I'll **** you.
I need you.
Be mine.
Cory Williams Apr 2018
As a kid I prayed for sunless days
The skies were grey, the flood, it came
The rain, it falls
It washes our sins, turned us into heroes

The screams, they fade, the joy, it raised
We danced, we played
The rain, it pools
We act like fools, no stress of rules
The rain, it always brings us heroes

In puddles, I wade
My soul is saved
The rain, I dream, of nights I mean
In shadowed scenes
Together we are heroes

I believe in heroes
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Visions of the masses leaving trails-
Circles around me, a vortex-
Leaves swirl and fall-
A chill in the air, cooling your black wings-
Priming your body to pick at me, a prey.
Your beak opens, revealing a relapse hair trigger
Firing bullets of fear-Piercing my soul, I lay down.

I can see the cumulus clouding the skies from here-
And then I see your face looming over mine like a twisted doctor
Laughing as he tells you to count back from ten-
Before he opens me up and picks at my brain.

Changing, manipulating, losing all senses before I get to feel
The relief of the rain that drives the desert heat of you away.
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