Alcohol like water,
I've been gifted with the ability to sin.
I've been waiting for snowfall,
but have been cursed with warm winds.

My room is cold and empty,
pictures on the wall, unfamiliar.
Chipped white paint, peeling and cracked,
all a blur when you're drunk.

Just one more sip from the chalice,
tongue isn't numb enough yet.
Another ******* night under cold sheets,
shivering to sleep.

And in the morning, I will rise,
a victim of the next day,
waiting for Redemption Day,
waiting for that jet black train.

Supernova explosion in her eyes,
and she's on fire.
Never have a witnessed such behavior,
she's a force of nature.
Behind her, she leaves a path of beautiful destruction,
blazing a trail for those to follow.

She's a mystery you can't solve,
a face you can't forget.
And if you wrong her, you're absolved,
she knows how to forgive.

Sweet as a drop of honey,
her words can heal.
If you need her to hold a secret,
her lips are sealed.

She's a fiery heart and a gorgeous mind,
contained by one breathtaking soul.
I can tell you now that no love of mine,
has ever made me feel so whole.

Throwing empty bottles against rocks,
don't let the noise get to you.
We fell to Earth after ascent to the heavens,
now the Earthlings are snickering.
They shriek and cry blasphemy,
but to us, it's all inaudible.

Like a needle in the haystack,
I searched for years on end,
I looked behind each door,
but they all revealed the same.
I looked under rocks,
and I looked up trees,
but I didn't look to the stars for love.
Then I pulled down a shooter,
whispering by my window,
and she exploded in the palm of my hand.

The Supernova Girl,
with fire in her eyes,
a galaxy in size,
and they're looking for me.

In the shambles of the homestead,
broken light fights through the snowfall.
There's a fire burning so strong,
you can feel it from beneath the rubble.

Black sunlight shrouds the corpse of the Son,
a catalyst of things to come,
he lay like a silhouette against a blanket of snow,
breath comes out like plumes of smoke.

The tears freeze in his bloodshot eyes,
blood outlines his body,
as he watches for the stars,
twinkling in his frozen eyes.

And it's up in flames,
a catalyst of things to come,
a fire burning out of control,
is it in the rubble or in his heart?

I can't seem to find myself,
writing was all too easy now I'm stumped.
My mind is blank as my face,
every time I pick up a pencil, there isn't any lead.
I freeze up before I type and next thing I know I've downed three drinks,
but my fingers haven't moved,
I'm in chains.
I can't find the key,
I don't even know what it looks like,
and I'm sifting through drifting thoughts like a madman.
I'm staring at object in my room like they're supposed to come to life,
and tell me what I'm supposed to write,
then my back hurts from bending over the keyboard and holding my hands above it.
So I lean back and close the screen.

I'm running my hands through my hair,
ripping out the loose strands.
I'm finding nothing in our lives,
goes just as planned.

I'm tired so I rub my eyes,
but nothing seems to satisfy that itch I have for sleeping by your side tonight,
isn't this a wonderful life?

It's six years of burning tears,
broken hearts and confirmed fears,
that everyone I know goes away in the end,
just like Trent Reznor said.
And every day is a new fight,
and I don't know if I'll make it out alive,
so when I rest my head at the end of the day,
I thank God I survived the fray,
because under the circumstances,
I shouldn't be alive,
but I am,
so I'll take it.