I sit in front of you,
quiet, thoughts removed.
I have no answers, no words,
I just stare at your tomb.

Your soul snatched from my hands,
I feel as I'm a fool.
I am only mortal, man,
there was nothing I could do.

When you took your final breath,
was there really nothing left?
Before you took to the other side,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

I feel you in the sunlight,
I hear you in the dead of night.
I smell your cigarettes,
but one thing,
I can never do,
is see you again.

Please come back!
Please come back!

Give him back to us!
Give him back!
I just want to see my friend again!
That is all I ask!

Please come back...
Please come back...

I'm a tortured man,
seen demons and devils.
I'm a forgotten man,
ain't no room for me in heaven.

I can barely stand,
but I stand to prove I'm strong.
I drift in with the wind,
like a legend or a lone song.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

I travel the uncharted path,
dragging my skeletons along.
My skin is cracked, I can't turn back,
the road is where I belong.

I come 'cross towns once in awhile,
the people stare at my scars.
They don't know who I really am,
or that I've traveled far.

But there was this town I stopped in,
to get a drink of water.
The bartender, she gave me a glance,
I said, "honey, don't even bother."

She waltzed over, like a princess,
and asked me my name.
I smiled and let her inside,
like an animal, I was tamed.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

My demons were dead and I was free,
she released me from my chains.
But inside my heart, I can't help but feel,
an everlasting pain.

Years go by and I grow old,
but our love never ages.
We settled down in a small town,
far from hate and sin.

But in the night, I wake in pain,
skeletons surround our bed.
I see the demons in the night,
but I know they're in my head.

I think of her and of our love,
but nothing can make me forget.
I'm a sinner, a tortured man,
a man with nothing left.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

And so I walk,
the lonely road,
all alone,
a tortured soul.

And I think,
of the night,
when I killed,
the love of my life.

Crying ******* the side of the road,
a broken girl and nothing more.
A tainted soul, unguided *****.
A broken girl and nothing more.

Homeless man begging for some change,
a homeless making minimum wage.
****** his life and threw it all away,
for a ***** white in some nice lingerie.


Tattooed man behind cold steel bars,
thought he'd get away with stealing cars.
Looks like he didn't get too far,
another ****** ******* up our tax dollar!

Drugged up man on the beaches of L.A.,
took his life and threw it all away,
for used needles and a little *******,
thought addiction was a game he could win, what a shame.

**** it all and throw it away,
looking for life in all the wrong places.
I will admit though, just this one time,
their life sure sounds more interesting than mine.

There's a silence in the air,
a breeze that's cold and fair.
Lurking shadows stop and stare.

They cower from the light,
from the fluorescent moon, so bright.
I hear them speaking but no one's there.

The mind tries to deceive,
when it can't believe.
We know to look but we don't know where.

Figures in the night,
some almost out of sight.
They screech and cry in the frost bit air.

I wait inside my room,
inside my poorly lit tomb.
Sitting in my electric chair.

I sit and wait all night,
for something I can't find.
Sanity is out there, but where?

I walked a lonely path once,
through mountains and valleys,
through deserts and woods,
till I stumbled upon a crooked cabin.

You sat on the front porch,
silent.
Yet you're smiled screamed,
"come in."

And so I did.

The floor was shaky,
and creaked with every step I took.
You offered me a bed,
my own little nook.

I smiled and accepted,
and quietly, I rested.

When I woke in the morning,
I found your on the porch yet again.
You smiled and stared at me and I stared back,
then you asked if I'd be you're friend.

We spent years in the crooked cabin,
painting walls like waterfalls.
Trickling down to the ground.
We planted flowers,
and trees,
and watched the bees,
as they thanked us the flowers,
with golden honey.

I could never leave,
I was at peace,
until one morning,
I opened my eyes...

Working hard,
for a dream I can't achieve.
Your words,
the words of the world,
weaving in and out my head.

Everything is easier said than done,
that's why actions speak louder than words.
You can preach or you can pray,
in the end,
their just words.

I live in a fantasy,
where I feel happy.
To feel and to be are two different things,
but feeling is good enough for me.

Someday, someone will tear down the sunset wallpaper,
and the walls will crumble down on my precious fantasy.
And when that day comes, I will die,
but for now,
let me be.

I stumbled upon a mess,
a blessing in disguise,
my bitter sweet demise,
in the form of a girl.

She carried on her back,
a burden so heavy,
it had her unsteady,
and ready to snap.

I took her weight and carried it,
from mountain high to valley low,
through brutal rain and knee deep snow,
till we reached an impasse.

She could no longer carry on,
unless someone took her burden,
unless someone kept to their word,
and took away the pain.

And so I did,
silenced her tortured soul,
one big bullet hole,
in the side of her head.

And it just goes to show,
with a heart as black as coal,
even the girl with a tortured soul,
can teach you how to love again.

The shattered mirror tells the story,
of a girl who said she had no worries.
A girl who thought she wasn't pretty,
what a pity.

A girl who thought she wasn't thin,
or at least not thin enough.
A girl who would **** to hold someone's hand,
but couldn't find the love.

A girl who spent her Friday's alone,
in her bedroom crying.
A girl who didn't like the idea of living,
and preferring the idea of dying.

A girl who rose,
only to fall,
and lose it all.

A girl who took,
a precious life,
in the middle of the night.

The shattered mirror tells the story,
of a girl who said she had no worries.

The rain dances on the rooftop tonight,
making quite the racket.

It's not like I was going to sleep anyway.

The man with a crooked smile,
in the newspaper today,
makes my heart heavy,
and leaves me with nothing to say.

Hair wiry and tangled,
as was his mustache.
Man, he was unrecognizable almost,
if you glanced too fast.

Looked like a skeleton with skin,
so sickly and thin.
Said he was arrested for the possession,
of the drug ******.

I took a sip of my coffee,
shook my head and smiled.
I always knew the kid was wild,
my best friend from high school.

Creaking and cracking,
shaking and rattling,
the skeleton follows.

Hanging like a shadow,
or like a dead man in the gallows,
the skeleton follows.

With a blank expression,
that's quite frankly depressing,
the skeleton follows.

Just a memory,
of what I use to be,
the skeleton follows.

It aimlessly wallows,
with a body that's hollow,
the skeleton follows.

I once carried a corpse.
I caressed it over my shoulder,
and walked for hundreds of miles,
bearing its extra weight.
Dragging my feet beneath me,
I moved from town to town,
and in each cheap midnight motel,
someone asked me,
"why?"

But I never listened.

I trekked onward,
through snow, sleet, and rain.
Through blisters, blazing heat, and unbearable pain,
till I reached the gates of hell.

When I arrived there,
the gate keeper looked me in the eyes,
and smiled.
I handed him the corpse,
and turned to walk away.

Then he asked me,
"why?"

I stopped.

Silence.

Then he asked again, elaborating,
"why do you bring me your own corpse?"

I smiled,
and walked away.

The ghosts of my past,
they haunt me.
Like the thousands of voices in my head,
they cry and wail in agony.

Sometimes I falter,
under the pressure of living,
all I'm doing is giving,
every last bit of me I have to give.

I don't want to die,
but I kind of do, I guess.
It's kind of hard to tell,
when your mind's a mess.

Nightmares consume the night,
insomnia prevails.
I feel weak,
no wind in the sails.

Now I sit here,
silently,
mindlessly,
and wait for you.

This could take forever,
but I've already had to wait that long before,
so it shouldn't be that hard,
to wait that long once more.

I can feel the weight of your words crushing my rib cage,
shattering the already weak bones in tiny swords,
which stab into my lungs,
leaving me breathless,
into my heart,
leaving me broken,
and all my other internal organs,
leaving me,
well,
crushed.

The cool breeze,
flows into the room in waves.
I'm dazed,
lost in the silence that once calmed me.

I'm swimming,
in a sea of words,
some of which are unheard,
I find peace between the lines.

Your actions,
they resonate like the piercing sound of nails on a chalkboard in my scattered mind.
You leave me paralyzed,
crushed.

I feel numb,
as I stare into nothingness,
praying for one last kiss,
or even just a passing glance.

But for now,
I drown.

The world is spinning faster,
we're waiting now.
Everyone is waiting
for a fallout.
You seek violence,
they're seeking God.
But in the end we all end up falling down, d o w n , d
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We're all forsaken!
We all kick the can!

I use to be a believer,
but now I'm not.
I use to think I was special,
or so I thought.
Turns out uniqueness,
it can be bought.
When money rules the world, there's no way to stop, stop, stop, stop it!

We're all mistaken!
Just grains of sand!

Now I'm not saying that I don't have any faith,
I just don't believe anymore,
in destiny or fate.

I have a mind that races at a million miles,
and I can't keep it,
under control.

Where were you that frightful day,
when they flew the planes into the towers?
Can you remember the exact place,
or even the exact minute and hour?

Where were you on that dreadful day,
when millions wept and mourned as one?
What did you do, what did you say,
or did you pray under the rising sun?

Where were you on that horrific day,
when the world stopped turning and TV's tuned in.
Did you sit and watch from far away,
or did you call family to see if they were okay?

Where were you on that grim day,
when two thousand nine hundred and seventy seven died?
Did you see the look on the peoples faces,
as they watched the people fall from up high?

Where were you on that sunny day,
when the smoke cleared and the flag was raised?
When a country stood tall, united as one,
unbreakable under the evening sun, and prayed.

Where were you on that September day,
when an unbreakable country grew stronger?
You are in our heart, forever and always,
victims of 9/11, our memories live on.

Every year, I age,
another wrinkle on my face.
I'm getting older,
and time ain't gettin' slower.

My hands tremble and shake,
my back almost always aches.
I know I ain't gettin' any younger,
but my love is always gettin' stronger,
for you.

And when I lie in bed,
and rest my weary head,
I thank God I'm next to you,
but now it's time to thank you for what you do.

For being my wife,
for being my lover.
For giving me a life,
like no other.

For being there,
for always caring.
For showing me a love,
that's never ending.

But now I grow old,
and soon I will die,
and when they day comes,
do not cry.

Just remember,
how great my life was,
and all because of you,
all because of your love.

I stare into your eyes,
as they stare through me.
A blank grey canvas,
staring through infinity.

Your skin is pale,
as white as snow.
Where your mind is,
no one really knows.

How long ago,
did you lose control?
When exactly,
did you lose all hope?

The tiny holes,
all up and down your arms,
sites for the injection,
you never meant any harm.

But now my heart is torn,
and bent out of shape.
It pains to see my best friend,
with such a blank face.

Keep far from me,
stay out of my grasp.
I'm nothing but bad news,
a race car ready to crash.

I'm a fiery mess,
about to explode.
I'm a super nova,
ready to implode.

I want nothing to do with you,
but I really do.
This is for your own sake,
I'm just a mistake.

So run,
flee,
from my reach.
Just go,
and don't cry,
or I might change my mind.

I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to save you the pain.

I fear the things that I can't see,
when darkness grabs a hold of me.
When evil seeps into my veins,
and takes the reigns.

Silence scares me the most,
and hangs over me like my ghost.
Conscience racing, spiraling down,
nose diving, to the ground.

I meddle with what's not mine,
searching for truths to find.
Searching in the darkest depths,
for anything, even death.

But it crawls out from the cracks,
and like a disease, it attacks.
Crippling me, paralyzing,
so I sit and let it terrorize me.

The words of the thousands,
the masses,
they explode,
from the mouths of the people,
their voice,
unheard.
Their minds and freedoms,
they're *****,
every word,
silenced and scattered,
they burn.

Actions speak louder than words,
when the words are silenced, unheard.

Crushed under the weight of a collapsing nation,
congress creates bills,
using imagination.

They slit our throats,
we are the ****,
as they run to the top,
of Capitol Hill,
to avoid the flooding of blood from our wounds.

And when we revolt,
when we rebel,
when we speak up,
they tape our mouths.

There is no freedom in the land of the free.

Live by the sword,
die by the sword.
Ancients words,
with a modern meaning.

Quiet soldiers,
afraid to speak,
stand at attention,
and receive orders to ****.

And what is evil?
Is it killing a man,
or the blood on your hands?
Or maybe the fact that you stand on sacred grounds.

A necessary evil,
maybe so.
But to go out and decimate,
the sacred lands of a million men,
just may be a bit unnecessary.  

They live by the sword,
only to die by the sword,
so why don't we?

We live by the sword,
but deny the sword,
when it is forced upon our throats.

We cry out ****** ******,
flailing our arms in the air,
as we arm ourselves for war.

Maybe it's time we realized,
we are no exception.

We live by the sword,
and so we shall die by the sword.

And it's only a matter of time.

Quiet carries a chaos,
hidden between the lines.
Chaos carries a serenity,
hidden deep in the mind.

Evil finds its way,
into the skin.
of a kid,
once pure.

What makes him turn,
to the other side,
him and himself alone.

Criss-cross the stars,
and call it a night.
If it feels right,
then do it again.

In the green fields,
where the sun shines bright,
we lose track of time,
and play pretend.

When there's no where to go,
and we have no home,
we know She will be there.

When we lose our minds,
and our brothers die,
we know Mother Nature will be there.

Atop the hills,
of tall green grass,
our memories last,
forever, for now.

Time ticks on,
ticking so fast,
making present past,
so long.

When there's no where to go,
and we have no home,
we know She will be there.

When we lose our minds,
and our brothers die,
we know Mother Nature will be there.

Frozen stone walls,
cracked and aging.
Floors of dirt,
forever waiting.

Cold steel bars,
rusted and corroding.
Last bit of hope,
slowly fading.

They tell me hell is waiting for me,
they say that there's a welcoming party.
They laugh and they cry,
as they spit in my eyes,
whittling crosses out of wood,
they're what He despises.

I sit here, slowly dying,
waiting for death to set me free,
hanging noose waits in the gallows for me.
Day after day,
after day,
after day.

They cry and they die,
from unknown diseases.
Condemning each other,
when somebody wheezes.

Now He hates what he has created,
so he's trying to destroy the Earth to save it.
I'm not the villain,
I'm not here to sin,
I'm here to save what's left,
of his His once great creation.

I sit here, slowly dying,
waiting for death to set me free,
hanging noose waits in the gallows for me.
Day after day,
after day,
after day.

My heart bleeds,
and beats to the rhythm,
of the flow of my mind,
trapped in love's lost prison.

Fingers feeling numb,
hands and legs are weak.
Lost looking for the love,
I so dearly seek.

When I'm near you,
I melt,
down to my skeleton.
When I'm with you,
I feel,
the goosebumps on my skin.

I know I'm insane,
but take this to the grave,
I love you.

Peel back my skin,
to see the pain within.
Kiss my sores and wounds,
and say everything will be okay.

Don't let my heart burst,
stay with me,
for better or for worst,
through sickness and the rest of the ******* I carry.

When I'm holding you,
I cry,
because I know I am not worthy.
When you run,
I smile,
because I know you will hurt me.

And I know I'm insane,
but take this to the grave,
I love you.

I'm just an average man,
working nine to five,
doing all I can.

I bring the bread home,
and spend my nights,
all alone.

Don't ask me how I do it,
I don't know myself,
I just put my mind to it.

Stretch myself so thin,
I'm barely alive,
I can't win.

My wife and kids come first,
seeing them unhappy,
is truly the worst.

To make them smile infinitely,
will always be,
a goal for me.

And when I feel broken down,
seeing my kids smile,
erases my frown.

And when I'm not feeling fine,
you lay in my arms,
and say that you're mine.

A man can truly lose his mind,
without someone there,
to keep him in line.

I don't know where I'd be,
without all of you,
my family.

In the event that I die in tomorrows rebellion,
please leave the following items to my son:

My grandmother's locket, my best pair of stockings,
and the ownership of our shack.
Give him my shoes, and make sure he doesn't lose,
the key to the shed in the back.
Tell him to take care of Buddy, clean him when he's muddy,
and don't leave him out in the sun.
I know it's not much, but it's all I got,
worth giving to my beloved son.

But most of all, do not forget,
your heritage, your name.
That of all things, I want you to keep,
and take it to the grave.

Escape, sweet escape,
to a place,
far away.

A sanctuary,
far from reality,
far from pain of the life that I've been given.

Behind the door,
something more,
then this life can give me.

A beautiful garden,
of love and forgiven sin,
greets me with flush foliage and flowers in bloom.

In the garden,
my heart, once hardened,
begins to beat again.

In the garden,
my pain is pardoned,
and I feel relieved again.

Time can wear you down,
leave you broken, beat,
barely able to stand on your feet.

But when I die,
and shift to the afterlife,
I know I will find myself in the garden again.

Papers fly in the air,
students running without a care.
Teachers let out sighs of relief,
some students sit in disbelief.

People hug and cheer,
for the end of the year,
for the final day here,
of our high school careers.

Let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Spent four years growing,
not even knowing,
the impact on my life,
these people would make.

And with time ticking,
I find myself thinking,
I'm going to be missing,
these people I've grown to love.

But let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Time flies by us,
and for some, surprises us.
We grew to be a family,
whether we liked it or not.

And now we all move on,
slowly, we drift along,
like a lonesome song,
until we meet again.

So let the music play,
until we meet again,
and when we finally do,
we'll be a family again.

Cut off your tongue,
take those secrets to the grave.
The ideas in your head,
were not made for these days.

It's terrifying,
the silence over this house.
It's almost as loud,
as the scurrying mouse.

Don't feel lost,
but feel distraught.
I love you now,
I love you not.

It's simple,
human behavior.
Just know I'm not,
a silk wearing savior.

I'll let you in,
and I'll kick you out.
I'll take your breath,
so you cannot shout.

I'll abuse you,
till you're heart is blue.
And there is nothing,
that you can do.

And I'll move on,
to the next in line.
Oh, I'll move on,
in no time.

But as for you,
I'll keep you mine.
And abuse your heart,
like it's a crime.

It's silent over the range tonight,
quiet as the cattle roam.
Occasional gunshots in the distance,
home sweet home.

Men with intent to **** lurk,
out in the woods, miles away.
Me, I wait here with my gun,
and it's here I plan to stay.

I remember when the soldiers came,
told me if I stayed I'd die.
Told me they'd **** me if they could,
I'd like to see them try.

Because this is my home,
I stand strong for my flag.
And I ain't goin' home,
till those ******* leave in a body bag.

So let them come and **** me,
let them desecrate my body.
But they won't desecrate my home,
my country.

The bland grey walls,
and cold steel bars.
Thoughts in my head,
I lie in bed.

Thousands of days gone by,
never to be seen again.
Thousands of words alive,
written in the letters I send.

Evil casts itself upon me,
sin secretes from my pours,
but I am just a man,
and nothing more.

My mind is twisted,
corrupt, perturbed.
And all I can think,
is one simple word.

"Death" comes calling,
"Death" shall find me.
"Death", take my soul,
for you are all I see.

One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

He reached out to me,
and said hello,
as I reached for a cantaloupe.

His mother talked to me,
said he was an angel,
was always nice to every stranger.

That boy,
he made me smile,
as he ran down the aisle.

A few year pass,
and I'm at a cafe,
wasting my life away.

You hear about hate,
and how strong it can be.
It's something I don't believe in.

But hate found that boy,
and tore him right down.
Saw his face in the Sunday paper.

They heckled him to death,
till he could no longer take it,
thought his life would be better if it was taken.

Cause when life is a weight on your shoulders and you're ready to break,
you think about giving in.
And when life is a burden and you feel like a mistake,
it's easier to quit rather than living it.

One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

I can't wait to watch society crumble,
under the weight of their own ignorance.

Mannequin models shrivel and turn to dust,
just like the rest of us.
And political figures get tangled in lies,
and strangle themselves,
leading to their demise.
Muscle head gym members workout to death,
their muscles explode,
and their ego's implode.
And bible thumpers cry out for Jesus as they pray,
in churches set a blaze.
I can't wait for our not so glorious fall,
and you want to know why?

Because I'm sick of standing up for a society that doesn't try.

We say that we aren't the degenerate generation,
that we are lovers and fighters,
that will fight for what we love,
but in the end,
everyone is still acting like the same ******* they were the day before.

So I'm done defending you,
society.

Go **** yourselves,
and destroy the greatest gift in the universe,
because frankly,
I don't care if you do anymore.

Rise and then fall,
back against the wall,
cornered again,
don't look back my friend.

Nothing lasts,
as long as the past,
as long as memories,
that's all you'll be,
a memory.

You're just dead weight,
holding me down.
I'm cleaning my slate,
and I'm starting now.

No more you,
no more me!
Just our thoughts,
and distant memories!

I once thought,
I was insane!
Till I realized,
you're to blame!

For all these nights,
I spend alone,
I'll always remember,
I'm better off without you.

I don't ever recall,
a time where I felt so appalled.
You were the one for me,
but now you're a memory.

I don't care,
what you say!
I'm will never,
feel the same!

I will take,
to the grave,
the hate I feel,
for you today!

And when I look,
at old pictures,
I will always,
think of her!

But you will never,
hear me say,
that I love you,
ever again!

For all these nights,
I spend alone,
I'll always remember,
I'm better off without you.

I don't ever recall,
a time where I felt so appalled.
You were the one for me,
but now you're a memory.

Silence off shore,
another calm night.
Waves caress the beach,
moon shines down bright.

Stars glow and gleam,
down on the beach.
Sky black as coal,
as the waves continue to roll.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Sand slowly squeezes,
in between my toes,
as I follow the shoreline,
where ever it goes.

Seagulls screech a song,
of storms long ago.
Stories so aged and old,
only peg-legged sailors know 'em.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Lighthouse in the distances,
shining strong and bright.
Washes crash into the rocks,
colliding as they fight.

There's sea salt in the air,
in my mouth and my hair.
Sand is everywhere,
but I don't even care.

It's just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Just another night,
just another night,
out on the coast.

Blankets woven with yarn the color of the sky,
on a cloudy afternoon, when the sun don't shine.
Pillows, soft and as fluffy as clouds,
greet you as you lay down.

And a circus of clowns surrounds you,
dancing and honking their noses.
Flowers fall from the sky,
dropping thousands of roses.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

The fields of golden grains and pastures far and wide,
are resting under the sun high in the sky.
The mountains cast shadows,
on the valleys below.

The world is calling your name, calling for you,
there are so many things that you can do.
Roam the pastures, and the fields,
climb the mountains, explore the valleys.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

Because someday, you will shrivel and die,
just like the rest of us,
we all live the same life.

So get out there, and enjoy it while you can,
'cause someday will come,
where you lose the upper hand.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

Paintings of the dead,
organized by hue and shade,
grouped by color,
in all different arrays.

Alphabetized,
books stacked on a shelf.
Blank pages,
read aloud to oneself.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

Dead bodies aligned,
in a mile long row,
how those people died,
nobody seems to know.

Flowers in a field,
pushing through the soil,
crushed under the weight,
of drills drilling for oil.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

Waves crash softly,
into a weathered shore,
only to recede and repeat,
dragging sea shells to the ocean floor.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

The weight of the world,
rests on the shoulders of man.
And trust me, I know,
we're doing all we can.

The walls are caving in,
my lungs are crushed under your sin.
I'm dying to be freed,
by you.

My mind is racing,
my heart is weak after your sting.
I just want to be free,
from you.

Shuffle the deck,
throw me a curve,
do anything,
just set me free.

I'm such a wreck,
haven't you heard?
The song you sing,
will set me free.

Just let me be.

The ceilings are falling,
in the night, I hear you calling.
I need the sweet touch,
of you.

My heart is a time bomb,
and you're love is a sweet song.
Won't you set me off?
Won't you?

Shuffle the deck,
throw me a curve,
do anything,
just set me free.

I'm such a wreck,
haven't you heard?
The song you sing,
will set me free.

Just let me be.

Caressing the cold,
grey bearded, old,
I while my time away.

I feel empty and dead,
thoughts buzzing through my head,
as the sunsets on the day.

Another love lost,
another day tossed
aside like a piece of trash.

And so I grow old,
cold and alone,
as I take my last...

The collapsing sun,
of a civilization,
once one,
engulfs the flame of the modern day mind.

Ignorance blinds intelligence,
and social stigma,
is irrelevant,
in a modern day world run by reality TV.

Modern day man smears predecessors,
but in the end,
supports their successors,
as long as they continue their reign of *******.

Nature suffers from a crippling disease,
modern day man,
brings her to her knees,
and beats her to death while wearing a blindfold.

We do all we can,
to destroy ourselves.
Modern day man,
we think all's well.

Do you remember those days,
we went out of our way,
to pack delicious lunches,
and meet in the fields.

We'd talk about our lives,
and wrestle in the sea,
of tall green grass,
just you and me.

When the wind whispers in your ear,
and the sun fades behind the trees,
please remember those days we spent,
out in the fields.

Oh the nights we spent out there,
in the fields, without a care.
Gazing at all the stars, aligned,
just you and I.

And the mornings when I awoke,
to you by my side,
those mornings were,
some of the best of my life.

When the wind whispers in your ear,
and the sun fades behind the trees,
please remember those days we spent,
out in the fields.

But my time here is withering away,
so with these last words,
I just want to tell you today,
that you are my world.

And when I go,
please remember me...

When the wind whispers in your ear,
and the sun fades behind the trees,
please remember those days we spent,
out in the fields.

We could be one,
together, in unison,
our souls, our beings,
intertwined by sin.

Our spirits synchronized,
our minds mangled,
and tangled together,
so we can be as one.

We could feel each others pain,
and ease it when we need it.
We could be a lovers cane,
and a crutch when needed.

Or we can be nothing,
disconnect and forget.
We can be victims of a lovers quarrel,
hearts trapped in cement.

A knife to the heart,
a gun against my head,
your love has me,
better off dead.

Torn out of love,
thrown to the ground,
told to plea and beg,
while you tossed my heart around.

I question your love,
I question your faith,
as you consume my heart whole,
how does it taste?

You can throw me down,
you can tear me apart,
but that heart will keep beating,
that heart will not stop.

Cry out to the Fathers,
the Innovators,
and the Sinners!
The Creators of a modern day catastrophe,
and the Saviors of a nation once free.

If our worlds were to collide,
shattering us into a million pieces,
I would hope that in the end,
our pain ceases,
that is,
if we collide.