Waters of love do not flow
Yellow grass ceases to grow
A drought that has gripped the heart
plants wait for the rain to start
coldness grips his tormented soul
ground burns like hot coals
in his mind nothing lives
a barren wasteland where nothing gives

Softly whimpering through recurring dreams
thoughts flood his head
its all what it seems
arms of lead
soft murmurs gives way to screams

Deprivation of the purest thing
silent torture on an expressionless face
cynical thoughts worn like a ring
peer into his eyes and see his mind race
all the memories shall forever sting

Hercules Wouldn't Cry

So why should I?
I truly accept that I will die
In my grave the the answer lies
To the mystery of why

Where does logic truly stand?
Is it in the Israeli sands
We will all soon know
As we search for the bodies in the nuclear snow

Will it end in fire or ice?
Sell your mind to your favorite vice
Society is a vicious case of lice
Going where it thinks it belongs
Destroying to stay strong
Naive enough to not see it's wrongs

The concept of death keeps occurring in my thoughts.
Here, physically and mentally, one moment
and seconds later lost to Eternity.
This concept seems strange when it's impossible
to understand what Eternity is.
Maybe this is Eternity.
Maybe I've died before.
Maybe my anguish is punishment.
Maybe my joy is a reward.

The dying man is known to be wise
Yet still no logic for his crying son
He beholds the Abyss with anger
Frustration with himself
Many talents known but not used
Instead a pursuit of things
These things provide no relief
He finds no comfort in his house
No sweet contentment in his car
He shuns these thoughts from his mind
Focusing on the Abyss
He sees a dark winter night
He smells rain soaked asphalt
He tastes copper pennies
He hears wind blowing through a valley
He feels an icy sting seize his heart
All this happens at once
In the last moments of dying
He feels a rush of unbridled life
Time well wasted comes to an end