I start my day with cigarettes and coffee
smoke and bitter taste
it reminds me whats out there
under the porcelain eyes
under the grey skies

It reminds me, the love i desire
it's always bittersweet on the end
of our palates and we often forget
that taste, when we're looking for more
of the lust to fill our voids within the
tar filled dripping homes we call
our own **** souls

slipping time kaleidoscope spiraling rhyme
barefoot black bearing my soles to pavement
it reminds me to stay sane following that second
hand ticking around

porcelain eyes and grey skies
bitter coffee and smoke
you know it's gonna burn you
alive
oh but the sights those bright eyes will see
occasionally when the sun comes out
from those grey skies

grandeur resistance and the faithful struggle
compels the clocks circling demise
albeit the time falls backward and plays
to nectarine spills of the soul
that just won't stay in
always leaking... out

remember the days of old
that burned with the fallen
cities of rome
the days of new that
were risen with the
sentinels of better tomorrows

and the forever eternal
present
where not the wind blows
of change, but fervent rushes of
ecstasy and rapid indulgent pleasures
to keep your mind
at peaceful ease
of the yesterdays and the tomorrows