Understanding means little with no voice to relate
and no action to cater to the thought
To sit beside you in silence is sheer meaningless
A proximinal neglect that is in desperate need of reflection
The universe is tearing us apart as we wonder aimlessly with no intention
This silence is pure sadness because it represents the death of our last ambition
These times have a way of putting out flames but only in the case in which you allow it to happen

The door is open
you're free to decide
to keep this love floating
or leave and sink it with time
I wonder
Will you think of me?
Dream of me perhaps?
Will you wave a pretty lady
with the thought of my hand?
Or will it be so easy that my face fades all together
and when someone mentions my name you relate it to
some other flower?
I wonder

It's so cold
I've gone completely numb
My body aches
My bones and spirits broken
This is not where I want to be
I breathe the dust of my doubt
Suffocating
In vain, I cry
No one will here me
No one really cares.
They say there's a light at the end
But the tunnel collapsed
There is no end
So I guess this is mine

Moonshine on me crazy
Kick back and dive into my lunacy
Drink of my wine
and intoxicate
so the words are ever so
contagious
for another to drink
Spin with me and learn to keep
your eyes in place
Although the world is blinding
you'll see once your mind is tamed
Then stumble around with your heart on
your sleeve and watch as others hesitate
as you seem obscene
It's funny how when you speak the truth
Society turns away
I'm treated like the village drunk
my mind is blown away

Its the line we all dread to hear
and once the card is on the table
everyone screams *******
but in some cases
it holds true
I was always the one to step in my
own way
preying upon my mind
illuding myself at every turn
I regret this matter it leaves me cold
shivering at what people may have felt
left wondering in an after thought
But I can assure you it was never you
it was my twisted mind and bent will

Fear deepens and plays
on insecurities
like the shrill of a violin
it leaves your heart on edge
taking and blackening bits of the soul
contentment such a far fetched goal

After a brush with death
his eyes were like kaleidoscopes
the scene reflected himself in relation
to an ever changing world

he felt impermance
in an after glow
as the sun decended behind
the mountain's asylum

Soldier Summit's quieted railroad
an attraction to some
but for others a refuge
after a long and hateful dawn

May their souls rest in peace
those who eternally are blanketed by snow
and may the moutains speak
to the survivors who fight to reach the top of them