Those times.
Those dreams.
Those thoughts.

How lucky you thought you were.
Innocent and pure.
Free of life's madness.

You never truly cared.
Just drifted along.
Praying that what others suffered

would never happen to you.
You saw the way to the top.
So you grabbed the rope and climbed.

Clung to it and climbed.
Higher and higher you went
'til you were almighty and godlike.

Then someone knocked you off that pedestal.
You fell,
down to the ****** ground, you fell.

Your bones shattered.
Your lungs collapsed.
But through all the cuts and bruises,

you longed and hungered for
that remembered time
when you reigned over all.

I want to escape
from everyone
from everything.

From love,
hate,
joy and devotion.

I want numbness.
A drawn in lobotomy
coursing through my veins.

Silence in my thought
and words
drenching my sorrow

Until it groans no more.
Cleansing me.
Stripping it all away.

Oh, what I wouldn't give
for such oblivion and naiveté!
Peace! Let my mind sleep!

While I runoff
to some ****** realm
of nothingness.

Painted walls
and faces.
Smiling,
Laughing
Behind all their disgraces.

The dance.
The feel.
The touch.
The hope.
Drunkenly on a tightrope

Between fantasy and reality,
Following the herd in their slick sensual way
Or
Pure individuality
Molding the clay.

They move, they pace
Not a line on their face
No disdain, no pain
Just hot electric freedom
On the thrill ride of a drug induced game

Pills are popped.
Drinks are shot.
And the crowd keeps going
on
and
on.

While she sits.
In the corner there she sits.
Feeling her brain explode.
Feeling her insides implode.
While icy hands glide her warm skin.

Her breath, it stills.
Maybe it's from the pills.
Then the hands straddle her waist
For only just a taste.
They sink in, biting her soul away.

Tu reputación es tu vida.
Piensas solamente de eso.
Es qué tu quieres y amas.

Dejas la gente cerca de tí
Para el glamour y la publicidad,
Para las luces brillantes y la gente mala.

Pero has perdido el alma,
el amor, la felicidad.
Sólo conoces el dolor, la ira y la tristeza.

Sleepy Swagger Striding the Sideline,
the Sidewalk, the Street.
Soundlessly Slugging through
the Daunting Day Dawning Deep
Within the Weary, Worn, Walls of
the Hapless Hearts of
Various Vicarious Victors
Cunningly, Cleverly
Questing and Questioning
For the Forgotten and Frail.

The Earth in her glory is heartbreaking
Her beauty, so pure and tarnished
Storing life in her limbs

We hurt her, heal her, try to tame her
She is wild yet peaceful
Her actions unknown, predictable

Mother Earth
Her plates shift and bend us to her will
Her biding is never and forever our command

She is ours eternally  
But can never be captured for a single moment

Think about old friends and how they are so quickly lost and forgotten. In this modern world it's so easy to lose oneself in finding another. It's hard to keep friends over large distances. There is a disconnect and no one can repair the line. Bringing each other together is so hard it hurts. Don't lose the contact, keep it intact and the line will be free of static.