Keep your composure
Continue to walk by
Harbor a stuttering, sharp, violent

dormant rage

Trying to understand
Glares that could cut diamonds
Smirk with a gentle, knowing ease
The needle that made love to your arm,
Now in a box, placed with care
In the shadows under your armoire
Whispers that they're nothing
Dust in the city streets
While you make your mark
A **** in concrete
Spelling out what you were
Who you killed
And why you left
They will fade
And you will burn
Forever
Not resting once in a harmony
They see the trail but they cannot follow
The river that sings silently in your veins
Running to a melody only you can hear
Relish the feeling
Of living underwater near
To where
We drowned delicately
Smiling
Drifting out to sea
To get consumed and
Savored by the jaws of the night

Oh Indian, Old Indian,

You Navajo talker

With your words unknown

A language lost to those pale ivory devils

With the coarse yellow manes

They came in believing they

Could tame your wild heart

Beating beyond ages and

Derailing decayed cities

Buildings burn by your name

And you go with the wind

Oh Indian, Old Indian

You have ghosts dancing in your eyes

Tracing trails of tears

Down your war-ravaged cheeks

Enchanting oracles and psychic chasms

Into smoke on the water

Caught on fire

Humming a lullaby about a wolf's lonesome cry

Frozen nights and woven dreams

Oh Indian, Old Indian

You carve hearts, revealing blood

Tasting of magic deaths

And one thousand lives silenced

With one war whoop

A river runs through you

It is and was again an eternal

Thing with a passion one

Could only imagine

Fly away by the feathers of your headdress

An ancient Icarus

Oh Indian, Old Indian

When will you return again?

I just wanted to be real

To feel -

Emotions running wild-



Like horses on a plain

An indian's war cry-

Pulsing through my veins



I just wanted to be real

We don't care anymore
We don't want you
Or your visions
We just want out into the world
Not this world
But the next one
The newer one, with promises of hope
At a better life
We grow weary of this decaying scene
And wonder
Was there ever a chance at salvation
For a world condemned to die
Alone?

My eyes have been open for too long
They sting when I search for relief
By closing
My eyes have seen dope fiends at age thirteen
They ask me if I have any sunshine
I say I'm terrified there's none
And I'm so afraid of the world waiting for them
In the darkness of their rooms
Whatever
Not an original thought has come from a mouth in so long
Just the same bitter, warped lips
Smoldering cigarettes
Whispering prayers
"My eyes have been open for too long"
Their hearts sting when they search for relief
by closing