The virgins are on fire
and this is war
a war fought with flowers and cigarette smoke

I really wish it was this way
Although, a man can dream can’t he?
It’s a harsh reality he comes to find
when he awakens from his fearless, faithless, rest

The virgins are put to death
and peace within itself
comes from process of ******, theft, and greed

but it doesn’t have to be that way

the jesters could still entertain the royals
the old folk could still toss their bread to the birds
and the man on the street could still make a decent living

It’s all attainable
It’s nothing but a state of mind
It all could stay

All is fair in the atrocities committed during love and war
At least that is what I have learned from you
When you have fallen for an angel with the mind of a *****
It's impossible to remain slick like silver and true
When you told me you were going to go back home
I never imagined home wasn't where we have always been
Living between the birds and snakes we found a tome
And it taught us how to love and decode what we've seen
Drain your veins and take up a young cigarette
The smoke won't help you get over it all
Cover your eyes, ears, and mouth and forget
The melancholy memories from a wistful fall
Don't you remember anything at all from your innocent past?
What was once loved in the light of youth can never last

Run your fingers through me like silk
Let the cracked, fragile walls down
Like the vulture spying the ravaged ground
Pick my bones cleaned until all I’m left with
Is a beating heart telling me to run, to glide, to walk, to crawl
Away from all your convictions
The problem is I have craved another like myself
For so long
and I believe that is what you are
Keep my secrets like I keep yours
Let’s share a cigarette and **** ourselves even more
In the war torn, ravaged, copper tinged ground
that line the inside of my numb skull
a flower grows in the rubble
A tulip, pink and elegant, off setting the broken reality
I want you to break through me
like the flower does the ground
and let me see all of your beauty
So I may find peace in the ever burning fires
that ignite my soul

Turn the tides like you turn unwanted heads
Crystal eyes make everything better
Clear your mind of the dreaded hotel beds
She may crumble down like dust, don’t let her
Watch the paper cranes fall as you burn down
Taking over the once jejune city
Drowning in the tears of a washed up clown
It’s become a way of taking pity
So sit on down in that old, dusty, chair
And look right out the window, what it is
the people, they say with uniform care
Trust us, we are free, in this land of his
When you see a fork in the road, don’t pass
Look to the sun, and walk into the grass

Etched into the ageless texture of silver and stone
Cut into the thin edges of cloth and paper
As it is growing on you, it is growing on me
With time it will all come
just as the pink buds of the trees awaken on a cold spring day
so will you
and so will I
When it all becomes too much
we regretfully sleep away our lives
until all that’s left is a dreamy buzz of “used to”s

“I used to care”
          “I used to know”
                    “I used to love”

So stay awake and watch the sun rise
Let your instincts free and howl at the moon
Drive yourself to the fork in the road
Get out
and walk
You need no more than the eyes in your head
and the heart in your chest