wood falls
we crawl
grasping for air
hoping trees are near

finding things indifferent
now that we don't have the different
we all find a way
things end up okay

but things are never the same
since we don't have
what seemed to be
an average life

with trees and life
air for free
for all theses fools
who thought it was easy to breath

but never to be who they are
now things
are so much more complicated
who is to say we cant breath

without trees

On our way to Fortbragg, the scenery was green all around, with
tall trees, grey skies and ocean breeze.
We arrived, mid afternoon, the sun hiding behind the gloomy clouds. The  mist, flowing through
the air, tickling our faces as we walked along the beach.
As we ran through the sand we came upon a cave, deep, dark, & creepy.
The starfish sticking all along the walls, running through the cave, frightened of what we might find.
We came to an opening, there we found a beautiful, sandy area, with a small stream running through
the sand, shells and starfish laying around, butterflies and small insects flying
around, dancing over our heads.
The tide was rising, the water caught up to our feet. The freezing ice water scared us away.
Climbing rocks, and enjoying the peace and quiet the ocean brought to us. The memory, plays
in the back of my head, to this day.

I'm bleeding out
Shedding my radioactive tears for you
Wondering as I walk a little tightrope
Between cyanide and happiness
Would it **** you to live and love?
To remove this curse of curves
To spend some time raising dragons
So that the love killer and killer queen
May not be left undefeated and unbroken,
Their stories left unwritten

Ich will frei sein
Ich will mit Vogel fliegen
Ich will die Sterne küssen
Ich will Gedicht über alles schreiben
Ich will mit die Engeln leben
Aber kann ich nur jetzt schlafen
Aber werde ich nur jetzt traümen

I want to be free
I want to fly with birds
I want to kiss the stars
I want to write poems about everthing
I want to live with the angels
But I can only sleep now
But I will only dream now

Once upon a time, long long ago
And angel and a demon met
Both assigned to work on earth
To follow respective fates.
Once the jobs were done,
Both missions fin, complete
They set back to rest their feet
And bask in the setting sun.
At least the angel did.
The demon, here you see,
Was a serpent, or so they say
And of feet he had none.
A flaming sword was missing
But ah, what else was new?
They waited, talking until dawn
And then off the angel flew
They now had new missions,
Which sometimes conflicted
But tell me honestly,
What else would you have predicted?
So through the millenia they worked
The demon and the angel.
The angel shone, the demon lurked
But not as well as before
And through the years that passed them by
They began to form a bond, unheard of in all lore.
Though one a sinner, one a saint
Both found they truly had
A friend in enemy lines, and wondered;
Was it really truly so bad?
Though forces of good and evil,
They had some common ground
Of the Father and the Devil
No easy master was to be found.
This demon and this angel,
Though as different as could be
Were assigned the same mission
And it became clear to see
No longer could they fight
No longer could they be friends
They must form a new alliance
One to last beyond the end.
And it was plain to see
This was a good omen