Desolate streets under the highway pass
Where the ****** and broken go to pass
Drugs *** and loss of control
Where it's the only world that these kids now know
Alcohol and cigarettes
A life full of regrets
God has given up on me
And I don't care
To fall in love to lose your mind
I am the only one of my kind
In the City of the ******
Where Drugs are therapeutic
And I'm medicated their's no disputing it
I've lost my soul to this
This town that no longer exists
A world filled by hypocrites
The only love I know
Is the love to be alone
Running away from home
Walking on these desolate streets
Holy words hold no more meaning
My hands are drenched in blood
No body is perfect and nor am I
But what good am I in a world for the broken

Tell me where to draw the line in the sand
Between being a brother
And being a father figure

Sands of times
Life lines are drawn with a big stick
Theodore Roosevelt is smiling on a young all american clueless teenager turned young soldier worrying about things no others should struggle with
A 16 year old dealing with social rejection and seclusion
A 13 year old trying to find where holding hands stops and tongues meet
A 7 year old who has migranes daily from a father who never was

I can't drawn straight lines
A rocking chair watches the tides wash away a single phrase

Help

How is life on lsd?
Well come on this trip with me.
Drugs are bad kids, they open your mind.
They allow you to reason, and see through the lies,
Losing reality, achieving duality,
The effects might be harsh, cause abnormalities.
Seeing your world and life differently,
Flowing through your brain so quick so swiftly.
When your eyes dilate, you no longer procrastinate
You get to pick between reality and your inner state.
Seeing that the small things are what matter,
Satisfying our thirst, for knowledge over matter.
Because on drugs you might enjoy walking,
You might enjoy smelling the grass or even talking
Expressing your mind, reasoning a thought,
And not being a cynics narcissist while you internally rot.
The experience on it impairs your mind,
And may leave you always behind
Behind with love, adventure, and discovery
Instead of hate, restrictions and agony.
But drugs are bad kids don’t take my advice,
the commoner lowlifes like us will someday pay the price.
The price of thinking differently, and enjoying life,
Walk this amazing world, with no need for strife.
Drugs impair your mind kids they do,
but what happens during them only chances what’s inside of you…

I find myself tormented at night
eyes bloodshot staring at the light
pupils drying out, attempting to remove your image so perfectly painted on my eyelids every evening
no matter how many tears rush out, your watermark isn't leaving
dreams destined for nightmarish turns
as the light dries and burns
the windows to my soul
that you seem to have taken hold
claimed stake
in the dreams I create
tainted every release I find in these sheets
with altered memories and distorted perceptions
I let my mind's projection
paint the perfect image of your essence
yet time and time again I fail to see my presence
I see the hands of a man
running along the skin that I once embraced so dearly
the image blurred at first, comes together so clearly
as you draw near to me
his hands defiling the trust
between us
as you utter his name in the same sacred tone
you used for mine in our home
I feel myself tormented at night, destroying the image of you all alone
only to find myself in the same struggle, when the moon comes around and the night draws silent
hoping and dreaming to remove you from my eyelids

Ageless eternal, endless divine soul
Needless infernal, shell of my whole

Wasteful demeanor, this humane toll
Scripted existing, money your sold

Watchful learning, boxed head control
teaching yearning, do what your told

Hearing preaching, god what you know?
Missing fearing, my temple cold

on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinary

Image deception, mask on my soul
Wearing decision, not of our own

Crafted precision, life for a stone
Statue, prison, lies from the throne

Human shifting, truth never known
Living breathing, life over thrown

Serving willing, price of the tame
freedom giving, all threat remains

on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinar

Content the ponderous architect who smiles
Imagination had more motivations then him
The strings moving life within veins of digress
Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness

The darkness of warmth - I found it still
Moving within were small efforts of living
Like a womb, its safety swallowed me
Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering

Inside were wondrous things and many dreams
where their outside never lived and deceived
In this place of ideas, they all stood with me
Those glorious visions who never find escape