The world is standing there blindly,
no one stops, no one cares.
The world is stuck in sixth gear,
riding the conveyor belts they share.

I see myself in a white room,
standing, facing the television.
The news is twisting and turning,
turning and twisting our vision.

We love our nuclear baby,
we love polluting our cities.
We love to nurture bad behaviors,
we love bombing with no pity.

We love watching the TV,
we love seeing destruction.
We love all the disarray,
we love political eruptions.

Keep on marching,
mindlessly marching,
raise the corporate flags high.

Let them consume you,
while you consume their fast food,
we all have money on our minds.

Devouring natural resources,
is it really worth,
destroying our planet,
our mother Earth.

Machines covered in oil,
drill to the core.
We can't get enough,
always wanting more.

And if we could,
we would,
**** this planet dry,
till we all suffer and die.

Wipe the oil from your mouth,
you sick corporate machine.
You're the greediest *******,
that I've ever seen.

And your putrid smile,
how it makes me sick.
The oil that covers your hands,
will always stick.

Our world is crumbling to pieces,
to nothing.
Is it really all worth while?
If they could stop, would they?
No, they'd continue.
No one can wash away,
the sticky black residue.

Wipe the oil from your mouth,
you sick corporate machine.

So you think,
you're a shrink,
and that you know me.
But you're blind.

And in the end,
you can pretend,
that you think you know me.
But you don't,
now it's all over.

You're blinded by your ignorance,
pretending you are innocent,
but, it's just the opposite.
You can't fool everyone.

You've been through hell,
and you brought it back,
we can tell by you're vicious attacks.
You've become a loaded gun.

Your lovely brain,
has gone insane,
and you're going crazy.
Can't you see?

And in the end,
you can pretend,
that you're not going crazy.
But dear,
you're just not sane!

You're blinded by your ignorance,
thinking you are innocent,
but, it's just the opposite.
You can't fool everyone.

You've been through hell,
and you brought it back,
we can tell by you're vicious attacks.
You've become a loaded gun.
So I suggest we run.

Silly, silly love of mine,
you act as if you're doing fine.
But we know that's not true,
you are just not you.

Crazy, hazy, you've lost your mind,
and you think that you are doing fine.
But darling, I hate to say,
you've gone completely insane.

You're blinded by your ignorance,
thinking you are innocent,
but, it's just the opposite.
You can't fool everyone.

You've been through hell,
and you brought it back,
we can tell by you're vicious attacks.
You've become a loaded gun.

Silly, silly love of mine,
you act as if you're doing fine.
But we know that's not true,
you are just not you.

Crazy, hazy, you've lost your mind,
and you think that you are doing fine.
But darling, I hate to say,
you've gone completely insane.

When I look out the window,
I see green on the trees,
blood in my head,
blood everywhere.
Gravity isn't what's holding me down,
what's keeping me here.
I've hit a wall and there's no sound,
nothing to comfort me,
so I bleed,
all over the trees,
all over the walls.

Broken walls and cracked beams,
remind me of the cracks in the trees.
Everyday is just another game,
but nothing is the same.

Silhouettes dance in the clouds,
crashing into each other, so loud.
They shine down on me with shame,
but nothing is the same.

Blisters and tears in my skin,
invite the Devil to come in,
blood and dirt both look the same.

Every word is another temptation,
I'm just trying to find salvation,
some things never change.

Spin my head around,
and make sure it don't stop.
The world is better blurred,
and better when your on top.

The sky is orange, red,
and even purple too.
The sun set on today,
but not on me and you.

The mind is an ocean,
vast and unknown.
It's hard to settle down,
and find a place called home.

I know I don't make sense,
most of the time.
But to me that's fine,
I don't really mind.

I hope you understand,
my condition is strange.
I like chaos and turmoil,
and hate when things change.

Please follow me,
to the ends of the Earth.
Don't stray far,
you might lose me.

On the border of unknown,
waves crash into shore.
The waters chill grabs my ankles, like a ball and chain.

Somewhere in the infinite,
there's not a single sound.
But right now on this beach there's something singing underground.

The vastness of the ocean,
it's something we can't see.
It stretches far beyond the likes of infinity.

And while I stand here straddling,
the known and the unknown,
I hope you hear the songs I sing for those I used to know.

The boiling point of water is one hundred degrees Celsius,
or two hundred and twelve degrees Fahrenheit.
Every morning,
my wife boils water in an old fashioned kettle,
because the new one that beeps,
well, it broke.
Somehow,
she broke it.
So every morning,
I wake up to the obnoxious whistling of the old fashioned kettle.
The slow rising,
higher and higher,
louder and louder,
the whistle pierced my ears,
like a spear through one ear,
and out the other.
I just couldn't take it anymore!
One morning,
I woke up with a monstrous headache.
I rolled over in bed and asked my darling,
"Do you mind not boiling water this morning for your tea?
I have a horrible headache"
"Sure" she said kindly, and went back to sleep.
Finally,
one day without the screeching kettle.
I slowly drifted back to sleep.
But then,
I was awaken!
A hideous screeching noise was coming from the kitchen,
slowly rising,
it got higher and higher,
louder and louder,
the whistle pierced my ears,
like a harpoon through one ear,
and out the other.
I just couldn't take it anymore!
I jumped out of bed,
took no time to put my pants on,
and charged out into the kitchen.
"What's wrong dear!?" my wife shrieked, frightened by my sudden anger.
I did not even listen to her,
I grabbed the kettle,
opened it up,
and threw the boiling water,
onto my wife gorgeous face.
The boiling hot water sizzled on her cool face.
Her skin began to bubble,
and burn.
The aroma of burning flesh,
filled the air.
She cried out in pain,
as she fell to the ground.
It was then I realized,
I was going to go to jail for this...
So I proceeded to smash her face in with the kettle I was holding,
until she was unconscious.
I checked her pulse.
She was dead.
I looked at the clock.
5:34.
"I can deal with the body in the morning" I said to myself,
as a grabbed a cold glass of water.
"Looked like you reached your 'boiling point' there, Jeff" I thought to myself,
as a chuckled.

It's easier to fold than to fight,
easier to give up every night,
easier to choose wrong, not right,
easier to lie down and die,
than to choose to be alive.

Botanical garden of love,
show me the path back to life.
Show me the path to righteousness,
not the path to the knife.

Botanical garden of love,
in all your beauty,
if I abide by the rules,
will you free me?

Botanical garden of love,
grow unto me.
Make me one with your beauty,
only you can set me free.

Botanical garden of love,
paint me with the skies.
I wish to never be forgotten,
by her soft brown eyes.

Breaking waves and breaking hearts,
each are constant,
one after the other,
after the other after another.

Rain beats down on the still water,
on the once beating heart,
like a drum,
or a gun,
it echos.

Just another weathered face,
or maybe an empty space,
stuck in place,
stuck in time.

In the crowd, all alone,
the mind, a black hole,
Something special,
but not,
a rarity.

Holding onto a single line,
a single word,
a moment in time.
Slashed and torn,
what once was warm,
is now gone.

Begin to break me,
crack me, shake me.
Smack me, hate me,
shatter my will.

Tear my heart,
from my chest,
and throw me aside,
just like the rest.

But before you let me go,
I just want to let you know,
I never stopped loving you.

Slowly tear me,
wear me down,
till I am nothing,
but a bit of dust.

And if you must,
take my heart,
because I will no longer need it,
once we're apart.

But before you let me go,
I just want to let you know,
I never stopped loving you.

No matter how far apart,
we may grow,
I want you to always know...

No matter how long it is,
till I see you again,
I want you to always know,
I loved you.

Breathe in,
hold-

I've been here...

Strength wavering,
push out...

hold-

Don't let it in,
don't let it through...

Breathe in,
out,
in,
hold-

Decrepit fingers pry,
into the absence of my mind.

Boney, lanky and cold,
with an after burn to melt your soul.

Breathe in,
hold-

let go...

I've seen suns go down,
and rise again.
I've suffered cold winters,
and felt warm Mays.

I've fallen to repetition,
broke the chain.
I've felt total heart break,
new love came.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,
don't be so down.
Everything eventually,
turns around.

Had no one to talk to,
made new friends.
Got lost in my own maze,
found the end.

Fell into a darkness,
found light around the bend.
Thought my life was over,
but love was sent.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,
when all seems wrong,
just wait because soon,
the bad will be gone.
There's always a bright side,
that will come along.

I fight to fear another day.
Each step I take,
I exert my last will,
my last bit of strength.

The world has left me cold,
alone, to fight.
I fear what I have become,
and what will become of me.

Each day that passes by makes me stronger,
as I grow weaker.
My bones are brittle,
my heart is shriveled,
but I am one with myself.

I can withstand anything,
weather any storm,
if in the end,
I can build myself back up again.

My will is strong,
my words are one.
I am,
determined,
my mind is clear,
and I will not stop moving forward,
until I die.

You stare and watch me bleed,
the blood blankets my face.
I'm on my hands and knees,
is this what you wanted?

You laugh and cheer and chant,
like cultists around a sacrifice.
I can see what you can't,
even through the blood in my eyes.

I am here and I'm alive,
I am going to survive.

And what you don't know,
is that I will grow,
and be better than before.

I feel cut off at the knees,
trained to eat out of your hand.
What I would give to be free,
an arm and a leg would be fine.

I feel like a broken record,
or maybe the average televangelist.
My words repeat over and over,
but no one cares to listen.

I am here and I'm alive,
I am going to survive.

And what you don't know,
is that I will grow,
and be better than before.

Brother,
oh brother.

Brother, can't you see,
you're tearing me apart.
Brother, won't you see,
this war beats on my heart.

Brother, please remember,
when we were once one.
Brother, please remember,
all the songs we've sung.

Brother, oh brother,
can we still be friends?
Brother, of brother,
this can't be the end.

Brother, have we lost,
everything we had.
Brother, can we erase,
all that has gone bad.

Brother, have we killed,
all our brotherhood.
Never thought you'd hate me,
never thought you would.

Brother, oh brother,
can we still be friends?
Brother, of brother,
this can't be the end.

Brother, oh brother,
we will never be friends.
Brother, oh brother,
this will be the end.

In the halls,
she calls for you.
In the halls,
the walls bled blue.

From fantasy to free,
the many years must fall.
Something is here,
I see it in the bruises,
all along my tiny arms.

The dinner table is set,
the china looks so swell.
There's a voice in my head,
telling me not to tell,
but it's you,
but it's you.

The president has arrived,
the creator of our demise.
Signing deals in blood, no, in oil,
all while on enemy soil.

The desert sandstorms do not lie,
they tell us of our future.
A swirling whirlwind disaster,
that will be our future.

The burden of the beast,
is carried by the weak.
No one can escape,
even the simplest fate.

There is no knowing,
just how long we have.
But I can promise you,
we won't be judged on what we had.

Do you remember when,
everything was new?
You, me, everything,
what wrong could we do?

The golden sun used to shine,
even on the darkest days.
Now that golden sun has set,
far, far away.

And the rivers of love are dried up,
into thin air.
Leaving my heart thirsty, dying,
searching for water to spare.

And the wilderness has burnt,
went up in flames.
As you continued to **** me dry,
played me like a game.

My world is burnt up, dried up, dead,
since you left me,
since you played with my head.

I sat from afar,
separated by barb wired walls,
and I waited to patiently,
slowly building a bridge from you to me.

Now I sit here in the dead of night,
counting wasted months and lost time,
because I thought there was something there,
but there was nothing but words and air.

So now my bridge burns,
I wish you could get in my head so you could see what you've done.
My eyes are on fire,
my heart is a liar,
and I can't help but hold my breath.

But in the end,
you'll slip through the cracks anyway...

I gave you a picture frame,
dripping with the saturation of a million lies.
We pinned memories,
to each and every star in the night sky.

Tears stain concrete black,
among shards of the glass slipper.
Each piece, a laceration,
to the heart, it's a trigger.

Eviscerated of love,
the stars seem to fade,
into obscurity,
they remain.

In between the crumpled notes,
on the shifting ground,
see the colors blend,
lines parallel cross again.

Shavings of the words I said,
crack and break their form,
under chipped paint ceilings,
broke down and under fire.

Flash flood of anger and hate,
breaking late, it's a grinding collision,
and in the rubble of something called love,
nothing but division.

Burns on my hands,
my neck and my heart.
Burns everywhere you touched,
burns everywhere you touched.

**** it off,
like a dog,
wasted and grey.

No more use,
just refuse,
to let it in.

It cries all night,
it begs for life,
took it away.

Keep it caged,
locked away,
from the girl.

She will scratch,
want it back,
what's hers is yours.

Dangle it high,
towards the sky,
above her head.

Make her fight,
make her cry,
make her beg.

Then throw it up,
take the gun,
and end it.

The jagged teeth in my flesh,
is this what you did to the rest?
**** and twist till my flesh tears,
grab and pull out all my hair.

A cannibal, you rip me to pieces,
and I'm here hoping the pain ceases.
Dig deep into my chest till you find a heart,
pull it out and take it apart.

You're an animal, a cannibal at heart,
tearing apart poor souls,
and swallowing them whole.

Reach deep into my chest and squeeze,
grab my lungs and make me breathe.
Rip out my organs and rearrange them,
then send me on my way.

Send me far away,
far from home.
Somewhere to roam,
and be alone.

Don't let me see your pretty face again,
I might rip it off.
How much did it cost,
the mask you wear?

You're an animal, a cannibal at heart,
tearing apart poor souls,
and swallowing them whole.

I just want to say,
I'm sorry.
I know, I was wrong,
it was the drugs all along.

I don't want to be the one,
to have to break your heart today.
But I'm sorry my darling,
I'm not here to stay.

I'm a lover, not a fighter,
and I'm not going to fight this.
There's something about this baby,
something I can't resist.

I have never been addicted,
to anything but love.
But I will admit to you now,
I'm addicted to this drug.

I can quit love,
and I can quit games,
but babe, I just can't quit *******.

I may be a fool,
and I may be insane,
but babe, I'm in love with *******.

I don't want you to save me,
so please don't even try.
I want to be addicted,
I don't care if I die.

There's no return for me baby,
just leave me here to die.
If I want to die addicted,
baby, it's my life.

I can quit love,
and I can quit games,
but babe, I just can't quit *******.

I may be a fool,
and I may be insane,
but babe, I'm in love with *******.

And when I,
finally die,
bury me right by your side.

And please,
always know,
I may have chosen drugs,
but I always loved you more.

An empty carcass,
beaten to death.
Left for dead,
in the concrete streets.

Cracked and all dried up,
it follows the breeze,
like autumn leaves,
dead and yet dancing.

The ground will open someday,
swallow you whole.
The sky is black as coal,
your soul will wither.

Like the carcass, you will die,
rise from your sleep,
deep underground,
but for now you suffer sin.

Inside the silence,
there were voices.
Some just scratched the surface and that was all.
Whether it was the madness of the season,
or the chill running down her spine,
she left sometime in the Fall.

Her eyes glazed over with a silver lining,
lips vermilion like the cardinals in the trees,
cheeks rosy and very much alive yet,
she'd speak not a word to me.

Nor to anyone else who came to visit,
they sat, perplexed, much like myself.
No words, no cries, no, nothing at all,
could bring back the ******* the shelf.

So she sits there, just like me,
waiting for something to change.
Will flowers sprout,
and continue to grow,
in a cold month of May?

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?

Sometimes I flip through picture albums,
to remember the days,
a familiar face.
They are kindling for my wavering fire,
anything to keep the flame alight.

Hot coals singe the ends of memories,
cauterize them before they bleed away.
What I would give,
to breathe that days air again.

I woke up this morning to noises,
cars, a refrigerator, TV,
and I felt empty,
fear and dread poured into my empty shell.
I'm tired of listening to men who've read books,
books by men who read books,
by men who read books.
The monotonous drone of idealists,
arguing with idealists with ideas
by other idealists.
Unoriginal blabber
and outright lunacy,
telling the free man how to be chained,
blocking out sunlight,
restricting our branches.

She's just a ghost,
hovering over me.
I'm sitting here,
waiting for her.

She's just a mask,
hanging on the wall.
Trees grow and fall,
just like our love.

Under the light,
you can see scars.
Don't dig too far,
you'll regret it.

We fell in love,
we fell in deep,
up to our knees.

We slowly sank,
we couldn't breathe,
love's a disease.

Quiet got loud,
you ran from the noise.
You had no choice,
you had no hope.

When you failed to die,
you prayed for hope.
But God said nope,
and finished the noose for you.

You were ****** dry,
as was your soul,
burnt like charcoal.

You chose to die,
but you weren't alive,
the whole time.

When the walls come down,
there's that eerie sound,
can't you hear it far away,
pulsating through the airwaves.

Inside broken hearts,
there's a missing part,
no words can fill,
a void as empty as these.

It's a chilling scene,
to see a shattered dream,
lying on the floor,
naked and alone.

There's no mystery,
in the lies we believe,
but we hear them through,
and we let them grow.

And in the end,
we're back here again,
with the walls falling down,
and the missing part.

You never meant her any harm.
Just a helpless soul left to the your own devices.

The needles she stick in her arm,
will help her cope with this emotional crisis.

You didn't have to,
you didn't want to,
but the opportunity sure was enticing.

The softness of her skin,
could easily bend your will,
and without even knowing,
it did!

Do you feel the desire,
do you feel the fire,
burning inside,
no where to hide,
you're a liar!

When you tip-toed,
through the foyer,
and up, up, up the stairs.

Did you ever,
think to check,
for a single strand of hair!

Now your locked outside,
in the freezing cold,
no where to go.

Maybe next time,
hopefully next time,
you will think twice,
before,
you,
cheat.

All alone,
night sky lights a path of hope.
No home,
only the streets to roam.

Lost in fear,
the sound of war is all you can hear.
Gun in hand,
another night in Iran.

Trembling,
the cool night air begins to sting.
And the ring of gunshots in your ear,
leaves you paranoid.

Each breath,
could be your last.
So you make them fast.

No man has ever faced Death,
and come out alive.
So why do you?
You know you’re going to die.
So why?

Are you brave?
Or just foolish.
Do you remember,
what the rule is?

No one can cheat Death.

And so you become Death.

And what of your family?
Are they proud?
Daddy killing bad guys,
put them all in the ground.

Didn't even know them,
but he wasted his own life,
to **** every last one of them,
becoming Death and his scythe.

But one day,
someone came for you.
They took your life,
and the title of Death too.

Like a dog about to be put down,
you whimper and you scream.
It was over from the beginning,
your future was foreseen.

No man has faced Death,
and come out alive.
So why do you?
You know you're going to die.
So why?

Are you brave?
Or just foolish.
Do you remember,
what the rule is?

No one can cheat Death.

Not even Death himself.

I know we can't see,
but we are chemically unstable.
Racing a race that we can't win.
Losing control,
we live in a fable.

But change is near,
I feel it coming.
A change is near,
I feel it coming.

The sun's setting,
on a not so bright future.
Empty minds full of empty ideas.
Others beliefs,
go in and out our ears.

But the sun will soon be rising,
on a new future.
We can change,
only if we choose to.
I will,
will you?

But change is near,
I feel it coming.
A change is near,
I feel it coming.

In an age of technology,
we can barely ******* breathe,
smothered by machine.
We don't really need,
to depend on machine to keep living.

But change is near,
I feel it coming.
A change is near,
I feel it coming.

Children running,
through the streets.
Taking cover,
under rubble,
and the deceased.

Children cry,
and they scream.
Their parents dead,
planes overhead,
drop bombs on the city.

They have no hope,
they don't believe.
They are war torn,
and they mourn,
over the dead bodies.

Regretless bullets,
fly across the battlefield.
House destroyed,
parents dead.
Sorry children,
this is real.

The children of war,
they are no more.
The children of war.

They're homeless,
they're starving,
they're tired,
they're scared.
Bullets fill the air,
they can go nowhere.

The children,
they're crying,
bullets flying,
through the air.
And nobody cares.

Nobody cares...

War torn,
civilians mourn,
over dead childrens bodies.
The children of war,
they are no more.

I hide behind a cloth mask,
I drape it over my face every day,
and take it off at night.
No one knows me.

No one understands who I am,
why I am the way I am,
they just brush me aside.

So I wear the cloth mask,
and they make me what they see,
they make me what they see.

I'm shutting down,
permanently.

The gears in my head,
jammed with the words that you said.
They can't turn,
or spin,
or move,
you win.

I'm leaving now,
forever.

Once my wheels hit the road,
there's no coming home.
I'll vanish,
disappear,
into thin air,
and you'll never hear from me again.

Like a cloud in the sky,
I'll move on.

I'll forget everything, erased,
like your name and your face.
I'll forget you,
delete you,
and never will I,
speak of you.

Because I'm moving on.

Like a cloud in the sky,
I'm moving on.

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.

Pills go down the drain,
years in recovery,
only to find myself here again.

Someone told me once,
it only gets better,
well that was many years ago.

And in the morning light,
when I find truths,
they're only clouded by doubts.

And in the starry nights,
when I find peace,
darkness overcomes the love.

Colored cases over the years,
blank memories,
I can't feel my face,
I can't feel my heart.

If I keep waiting up,
will you show up,
and give me your love,
mend my broken heart.
I've been waiting out the days,
for you to come home.

It's been years now,
since I last saw,
your gorgeous face,
still hasn't been erased,
from the back of my weary mind,
just come home.

Hour by hour,
day by day,
I sit around,
and I wait.
Please remember me,
if we ever meet again.
I know when it comes to you,
I could never forget,
your beauty.

You just slipped away,
slipped out of my grasp,
into the big red sun,
and it's setting fast.

I still sit outside,
on my front porch,
every single day,
awaiting your return,
back into my heart,
come home.

Hour by hour,
day by day,
I sit around,
and I wait.
Please remember me,
if we ever meet again.
I know when it comes to you,
I could never forget,
your beauty.

No, I could never forget,
your beauty.

Sitting in the corner of this cushioned room,
can I please have some real food?
I have to find some way out of this place,
I cant continue to live in confined space.

If you’re not here to let me out,
then you’re wasting your time.
I just want to go out,
and see the sunshine.
I promise that I won’t put up a fight,
the sun’s shining bright,
let me see the light.

These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.
These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.

I don’t understand why you’re keeping me here,
there’s nothing left for you to fear.
I’ve been here forever and I’ve done my time,
I’ve been here forever and I’ve paid for my crime.

If you’re not here to let me out,
then you’re wasting your time.
I just want to go out,
and see the sunshine.
I promise that I won’t put up a fight,
the sun’s shining bright,
let me see the light.

These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.
These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.

I no longer feel pain,
I forget the feeling of rain,
I can’t remember my child’s face,
or the feeling of love and embrace.
I no longer feel pain,
I forget the feeling of rain,
I can’t remember my child’s face,
or the feeling of love and embrace.

These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.
These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.

I lost you somewhere along the way,
somewhere deep inside my brain.

I never thought I would see,
and when I did, I couldn't believe.

I'm just trying to find my way.

I feel everything,
even the bells when they ring.

The bells, how they toll,
searching for my lost soul.

I'm just trying to find my way.
I'm just fighting for another day.

Wrists smudged with red,
let the voices in your head.

I thought I was immune,
but I'm just a human, out of tune.

I'm just trying to find my way.
I'm just wondering astray.

Another statistic right,
says I'll **** myself tonight.

Another statistic right,
so why is no one by my side.

Comfort me.
Comfort me.
Be my friend.
Be there in the end.

I'm just trying to find my way.
I'm just trying to survive,
another day.

I'm compartmentalizing my thoughts and delivering them to you on my tongue. Gift wrapped in a silver metallic paper, with a tiny pink bow on top that bounces jubilantly with every step I take. Waiting to be opened and heard, the gift sits on my tongue.

Sometimes no ears are lent so I swallow the thought and redigest it.  It falls into the black and finds itself trapped back in my head. It ricochets from wall to wall, eager to be released.

          One day I found out no one wants to listen.

So I bottle it all up, and the thoughts start getting crowded. I become scatter brained, my head hectic with inmates, jailed without a crime. They riot, burning me out each time. My head sizzles like road **** in the heavy heat.

                         It's time for a jailbreak!

I pick up a pen and release the inmates into my veins. They pump through me and fill me with life, violently pounding their way through my fatal heart. Once I channel their energy, they flow out my fingers, into the ink and onto the paper.

          They bleed as they're released, finally free,
singing the song of a man compartmentalizing his thoughts.

Shame has been written,
all over the walls.
We're connecting the dots,
to mans final fall.

We've blazed a new path,
of evil and hate.
We are the creators,
of our own fate.

The time has come,
to realize,
we need to change,
our ways.

We must appease,
the peace before,
it becomes,
too late.

Darkness is rising,
an evil inside.
Everyone needs to,
open their eyes.

We've fallen to hatred,
evil and greed.
Money and power,
is not all you need.

The time has come,
to realize,
we need to change,
our ways.

We must appease,
the peace before,
it becomes,
to late.

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.

I'm waiting for you to come.

                 There's an open sore on my heart.

                                                         ­          It's bleeding profusely.

                                                 It's beating quite uselessly.

                                I feel my skull cracking.

                                                      ­             My head's split in half.

       My spine is bent backwards.

                                                There­ is no love afterwards.

                                                    ­                                                                 ­                         I fall silently into the night.

                                                         ­               I call quietly to hold you tight.

                                                         ­  I try mightily to do you right.

But still I find myself crawling.

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...

The buildings,
on the horizon,
are falling into the sun.

Crooked eyes,
always question,
the meaning of it all.

And corrupt minds,
will always defy,
the rules and the law.

As we await,
the wrath of,
the Gods.

The present state,
of our mother Earth,
shows we don't care,
about her worth.

The decrepit state,
of our future's minds,
will only fall apart,
over time.

We are falling,
we've fallen.

The torn wings,
of the angels,
have fallen to the ground.

The nuclear bombs,
all exploding,
barely make a sound.

And the roars,
from the rioters,
are incredibly loud.

And we await,
the wrath of,
the Gods.

Let the crooked eyes,
and corrupt minds play.
Let them play their game.

Be one with you,
and we will survive,
we are the sane.

We are falling,
we have fallen.