flat yet hollow
open resonance abounds
fingers find sorrow
wherever they land
music speaks of tomorrow
of past abandoned
left behind
gone solo
weeping tears of the mind
single coil motto
muted yet defined
roll off tone
roll on echo
discordance hard to find

the best is behind us
the rest of our lives will be spent
paying penitence
for the cost of yesteryears opulence
the sins of the fathers
bestowed upon us
with consumption to bind us
internal combustion denied to us
rights being silenced
men with guns as their final defiance
of the wants of the overpopulous populace

itll be a riot.

when stoked
im fire
im burning entire
rake over my coals
make my flame reach higher
caresses like ice
succumbing to the pyre
steam rising
from colliding
elemental desire

life is yours
for such a short time
dont return it
with no scratches
and a full tank
the penalty is the same

ive realised that what is real has very little to do with our reality
that the stories weve been sold eclipsed it long ago
that weve paid in gold
to have streets paved in stone
to fall to when the gilt is gone
and the rock
and the hard place
are seen to be one

"where's everyone gone"
the new life asked
"they've gone back to where they came from
back to dust"
said time
"but who will show me the way"
asked youth
"life will"
spoke age
who'd seen it all before
and had the patience of aeons
"but I need to know now"
demanded naivety
"yes, you do"
said wisdom, with a smile.

the irony is
that ends prompt actions
its always too late
once procrastination
lets go of the chains
that have held you back from
the things that you would have liked to have done