All I see are people with shattered hearts,
walking around with broken backs,
pretentending to have no hearts
and no spines.

My throat is in old Tupperware bowl used as an ashtray full of burn marks never been cleaned just emptied.

My body is a punch bag beaten up by beer, take-aways and lazy living.

My mind is a collection of old collectible records all scratched and collecting dust in an old forgotten attic.

My hands are shaky spider legs spinning webs of deceit.

My eyes are tired from looking through this mask of strength wanting freedom from the darkness longing to accept the weakness that is.

My feet point forward but they walk backwards.

My desire is on fire, its always been on fire.

My spirit believes in possibilities so ill stick around to see what happens.

She traded her dreams for a liar,
too much fighting for love left her tired.

Too many men,
Too many monsters,
Too many battles,
Too many losses,
Too many wounded,
Too many corpses,
Too many promises
nailed to crosses.

I tried to inject her with desire,
I tried to resurrect her dying fire,
but all she could do
was retire.

The dance began with a crash and burn,
and the moon was dancing round the earth.

Life was sparked and land was green
and the mystery sparked of death and birth.

Then wicked men defiled this place
with lust and greed and love and hate.

But when the blazing guns,
and the fiery eyes,
and the famine cries,
and the lonely tears,
and the suffering souls,
are dead and gone,
and the world is just a barren stone-

the moon will still be dancing around the earth.

One innocent,
One tormented.
One bitter,
One contented.

One pure,
One ***** and demented.
One heart loving,
One mind dented.

Both are powerful,
Both relentless.
Both are wise,
in worlds apart.

Both have killed
in wars contended.
Both crave music,
souls and art.

One face,
One body,
One war,
One you.

We're walking in a hazy maze,
always lost,
always found,
always almost...
nearly touching,
nearly staying,
nearly keeping...
then its over.

All this time
I've tried to find,
within the recess
of my mind,
the lie I crave
to keep me blind,
to clear the air-
the dark dispair.
To find my peace,
to **** the beast,
the blackened truth
that holds me down.

For you my dear,
are neither here nor there,
your love is cold,
you couldn't care.
Your sparkling face,
and your heartfelt touch,
Do you truly feel that much?