In winter, sound travels faster. It cuts through the December air like an airplane through a morning cloud. But inside it's still the same: A restaurant of clattering silverware clanking against emptying plates of an overpriced breakfast and dialogues blending together like the roar of industrial dishwashers. I wonder how many conversations it takes to fill an otherwise empty room with white noise. Sometimes a spoiled child will punch through the murmuring with a wild, untamed hiss, or a clash of plates, glasses and silverware stacked like a wavering Jenga tower will crank necks and turn shoulders. And yet, in my booth for two, half filled -- as my coffee is -- there is silence more terrifying than a raging hurricane. As the waiter fills my coffee with a consolation sigh, I sit quietly thumbing through old contacts in a phone built for someone far more important than me. I see no names that should fill the empty seat, and wish so badly to add a new one.

Two brothers forever locked in a feud
One named innocence and the other lewd.
Both born from a different mother
Although identical to each other

Innocence has gone away
Leaving only lewd to hectically play
In the path of his destruction
He Leaves innocence in a state of corruption

He must now take the blame
For all of Lewd's ungodly pain
this sibling rivalry will remain the same
Lewd is much too hard to tame

We are all just lost souls
Looking for a piece we lost
Centuries before
Looking for the other
Part to make us whole
To energize us
Body and mind
Were all just lost souls
Looking for the truth
The truth behind love
behind our existence
And the cosmos above
We are all lost souls
Looking for our dreams and answers
And fighting for our mental sanity
Will we ever find what were
Looking for?

Medication time wheezed nurse ratchet
Her yellowed teeth as sharp as a hatchet
Medication time medication time
She shouts once more
Leaving me sickly chilled to my core
Medication time medication time
she hisses in my ear
Will I ever get better or is it only my fear?
Medication time medication time
she picks up in pace
If the medicines working why do I feel I'm being erased?
Medication time medication time
It comes to an end
I've been lobotomized and left for dead

Crisp yellow beams parade through orange sky's
Marching without purpose where their heavenly background lyes
The sun births a tranquil prismatic sea
As the night settles in where dark will soon be
The world is over cast with a pleasing mystic hue
Tomorrow will soon breath these colors a new
As the sun goes down and ready for bed
It brings it's life to somewhere new overhead

A man walk towards the bright light
Lighting a cigarette as he moved on
Thinking about his messed up life
Mistakes he made since he was born.

The street was quiet and empty
The night was filled with stars
His hands were very filthy
His body filled with deep scars

He was a total mess outside
Inside his heart kept on going
To him life is not a joy ride
Where people go on singing

The problems were always there
Playing tricks on people everyday
It is a burden we all must bear
Did anybody said that life was fair

You can tell me
in remarkable detail
about how you ****** that guy
not once
  but twice
    in the handicap stall
      of the first floor bathroom.

I won't judge you
or think less of you
or even blink
as you tell me
how he finished all over your face
and you licked up
  every
    last
      drop.

No, I'll sit there quietly,
  listening intently,
    because, to be honest,
      it doesn't bother me.

But if you stare at me
with hungry eyes
or comment on how "****" I look
or even offer to please me
without any sort of reciprocation
because you just want to make me feel good,
I will tense up,
shut down,
  retreat into my metaphorical cave,
    and only reemerge
      when the coast is clear.

Yes, you can tell me
  all about your *** life,
    but I don't even want to think
      about mine.