I been drinking since I was sixteen .
That was many a moon ago.
I been in the party life most all my life .

It was a natural environment I fit in like the ******* furniture .
I played the scene for all its worth found many a warm bed seldom was it my own.

Then for awhile I stepped away .
Never from the bottle just from the scene.

Many thought the edge was gone that the wolf settled down became some old dog sleeping upon the porch.

But anything planned is often foiled by life.
And now back to what will be my cemeteries  existence  I return.

Alone but then again a lone wolf isn't the a wolf if not alone.
The fangs still sharp with some fresh scars on display.

False happiness and full of **** .
It wasn't my choice to return but at the party till my death shall I stay.

We all find ourselves wherever the **** we least expected .
You can't plan life but you can catch a buzz somewhere in the ******* inbetween.

Cheers

Gonz

Torn the flesh does the monster consume the grave is calling and I dance with glee towards my demise .

Counting scars making new wounds all the time does the trigger appeal to you or just the outcome ?

Lets bleed for no reason and get lost never to return as one.
Fractions of many will be trampled by the few.

With help from old friends and a quick fix keep away from the windows and lock your thoughts far away from.your heart .

I'm the fool dancing happily on the outer wall .

Devils find promise in the loaded deck where madmen seek nothing at all.

Tombstones mark the many .
And you simply are standing upright for now .

The rattle snakes venom such dark pleasures cast beyond the page .

We can no longer pretend .

The madman needs nothing but a asylum but hides as well on a empty street.

Scarecrows stand casting shadows tall in summers heat.

Nobody wants to see there truths clear .
Blind yourself while you can for the worst is still ahead .

And the darkness consumes the best of us all.

I know the highway you choose to ignore .

Madness is always within the miles yet unseen that lay ahead .

There's no detour through hell.
Simply a straight line .

Its been weeks and still there isn't a moment i escape your memory.

I tried the bottle and it only made me find the depths of emptiness that dwell within my soul.

I know my life has come  to its closing moments I watch it fade a sunsets reprise sitting upon the sandy shore .

I no longer give a **** to fight I wish only to allow the tide to consume what is left and nothing more .

We are all bunt out buildings from the wars waged upon ourselves .

Now let the dark waters give rest where torment once stood on full display.

I am tired beyond my years no longer content to simply exist were once I rode the wind .

My choices are but my own never try to follow another footsteps for there shadows cast will freeze you out in there ego's nature by design.

There is no more lines left .
The ink as blood no longer does course through my veins.

I'm simply waiting on the tide to take what's left away.

I watched daylight
Begin to fade behind clouds
She grew old quickly

sea, darkness and rose buds,
running to the shore,

i hear the sharp flutes of
the waves gathering the
widening summer

(see how she draws in her
breath before
the wind….)

the sky drinks deep,
makes lanes out of
the dark where we
run to stay free, the starlight
trembles, blinks and
nods with its
silver ghosts,

those silver ghosts
of a wandering sea,
of rose-wood and darkness,

as the sea melts....