A tunnel,
inches away
from me.
Dark, no light -
encompassing my very being.
Hallow -
empty, gone.
Where is my soul?
Is it lost i the tunnel,
or is it waiting for me on
the other side?
I'll never reach it.
I'll never grasp it again.
I will cut my losses -
lose my way
and never find myself,
again.

Teach me to sleep so I can learn to fly/
teach me this language so I can learn to fly
nel una lingua differente/
when i forget my dreams i must be sad
perche i miei sogni sono la mia fuga/
Teach me to sleep so I can learn to cry

Dear Mama,
Is life worth living or should I blast myself?
I'm always searching for those better days
knowing that peace on earth will come. In Thugs Mansion.
Where I can sip champagne
while I listen to Billy Holliday sing
and sit there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came.

Should I ride on my enemies?
Become one of Amerikas most wanted?
Or should I remember
that the road is hard so I'll never give up?
And time don't stop, always going by.
So I'll puff on mine, hoping that it will get me high.

Smile for me.
Won't you smile for me now?
It ain't easy being a changed man
so when it feels like all eyez on me.
I just remember that
heaven ain't hard to find.

He's always lonely,
but he's never alone.
He has everything he could ever want,
but it's never enough.
He has a lot of love,
but he doesn't recognize it.
He sleeps in a dark room in a dark corner in his house.
He has a wife and two kids,
but it seems he doesn't know they're there anymore.
He lingers in a eternity of dark depression...
but if you look closely into his eyes,
you see his soft dark lips smiling...

Old friend and familar demon can I offer you a drink?

Watch the fire fade in winters decay and **** all hope filled tought's.

Does the fall find you empty as my jaded soul?



Another round ?

Will you stay to see me erase all that used to be who does stand's befor you now?

Will you vanish like friends who get a glimpse of the dark that is masked in light?

So many questions to many vacant thoughts and a fires crackle is it cold being on the outside

most all your life.



A homeless sense and a stranger in every crowd.

You served me well but times coming for us to part.

This road i can't take you as so many times befor.



Empty bottle and erased reason im a driffter in endless times of nothing true.

Maybe this time i'll rid myself of the misery ive often so embraced.

Old dog's seldom run far unless to keep you from a death's view.



Sometime's you just cant pull it togather anymore.



Headlights give a view ive called life for far to long

Im tired  but always no matter how far I run

I cant escape you.



I drink one last and toast the emptyness ive become

A spark although bright must always fade.

Life but a season and time a slow count to sure end.



It seems this time the jokes on me.

Sadness is fear slowed down
so that we can observe every facet

it is a stillness, a little lucid dream
the looking at the look of our own face
in the early morning

fear is the pain
the dance turned to  chase, the story turned speech
the blindness perpetuated by not allowing a blink

sadness is the scar, that even later
when we release our hard-won anecdotes to our children
we nurse still in secret.

it is the lack of turns and edges,
the feeling of gravity strong,
but mysterious and without center.