I wake up in the morning
smoke a cigarette
got a ton of stuff to do
and I'm not even out of bed yet

I make my breakfast, have some tea, brush my teeth and take out the trash
put my clothes on, start the car, hook my seat belt and step on the gas

I need a force of inspiration
This life is not a free vacation
On and on till the sweat pours down my face
Just tell me, what's my saving grace?

Every day's the same
and still I hope for more
my life feels pretty plain
and every day is a chore

I go through the motions, work my job, pay my taxes and also the rent.
Still I wonder, 'cause my life is so empty, misfortunes and time misspent.

I believe I'm havin' a reaction
now all I want is satisfaction
I've left the whole of the human race.
I'll find my path to saving grace!

I sleep right through the mornin'
lay in bed till noon
I'm in and out of snorin'
soon I'll get out of my room

I step in the shower, take my time, I say **** it and don't even shave.
Smoke a fat one, eat some food, drink some tea and then watch some TV.

Still I don't feel no satisfaction.
What do I lack to make this happen?
Is the answer staring in my face?
What is the patch to saving grace?

Well I met a girl this morning.
She said, "My name is Rose..."
My heart beat in my chest,
and my mind froze.

She just smiled, took my hand, took a pen and wrote her number down.
She winked then, walked away and said, "Call and I'll see you around!"

Now I just feel anticipation!
Could she be the key to my salvation?
Time has come and time I shall not waste.
I've found my path to saving grace.

Path to saving grace, path to saving grace!

We burn together, but with separate hues
Our flames flick and dance around the wick
Tips touch and mingle
And on occasion consume,
This wax that binds me,
That keeps me here, away from you.
The tears of knowledge weep thick and slow
From a time when what once thought was true,
Now is not.
Yet, your light enthralls me
It keeps me near.
A dragonfly glimmer, a shimmering morning dew.
Here we learn together, fervent flame ensue
Distant and close, not wicks but curtains
That can't be tamed;
Two bonfires in the night, birthing strifeful embers
Striking without cause or claim
Inflame all that behold us for a love unchained.
Your shared endeavors are not mine to keep
For elsewhere two little torches,
Kindred lanterns in which you keep a light
So bright, yet from me so far and dim
That to behold them myself would be a match
At the base of a tree.
But still for you that fire burns,
With it billows of smoke carve curvatures
Over mountains, which to me unseen,
Smoldering luster, an unwelcome glean.
Then the time comes, and with the soft spoken smoke
you whisper of a desired hue,
which you wish to have bound wick and wax
A dream within which she is there
and I
Outside of you.

The Day begins
and I knowingly inject myself with a toxic cocktail-mix:
Blended with all the contemporary indulgences
that someone would need to ruin a body,
to taint a soul
This fluid enclosed by the plastic syringe is a pestiferous toxin
That rushes against
The fleshy
Walls
of my deepest skins and inner thoughts

One purge, one puncture,
and the blood begins to undulate.
One pull, one hit,
And I will rupture into another state

I am the victim of self inflicted flagellation:
the absorption of excessive inappropriate
knowledge and thrills
That slowly kills me
Like a tragic descent from widowed dreams
procured by crops of pills
Hopes of becoming a Don Juan or
Moral Clergy Man
are dreams now built on top of sand.
And with these hands I raze,
what could have been a faithful devout
of Christian descent.

One purge, one puncture,
and the blood begins to inflame,
One pull, one hit,
And I will rapture once again

He’s walking towards the drawn out breeze
of a mid summer week
His legs tell him to take a seat
underneath a green tree top canopy
And as he slowly rests his knees
he hears a voice spoken from the leaves
They ask him who he is
and why he lies there
like a desiccated fallen leaf

These aren't the days of the broken hearted
These aren't the whispers of our dearly departed
This is a time for self-reflection
a hard long look of a souls intentions

Like a soul searching journey
embarking on the hearts of the lonely
The Limelight sun takes a break
from its day, and as the moon comes out
it begins to say; brighten up boy
you’re young and full of hope
Don’t hang yourself up
by the rope, it’s a fools world
when you forget to reach for the stars,
when your eyes close for a moments night
and you lose your will to fight