why is it so hard
to get my head
on an even keel?
and to fill with lead
would be so simple

I have nothing to hold onto
when the lights go dark
I never know what to do
but at the same time, I do
I don't know what to do

I feel the end coming on
and a new start beginning
but I'm not sure it's worth it
to go on and keep on losing
I've lost everything I've ever won

nothing ever really seemed right
I could never win the fight
I'm dying on the concrete
I'm high as a kite

every day is a battle
every day is a struggle
I never know what's comin'
all my pain's in a twisted huddle

never really gave a ****
never really had no luck
black clouds above me
blood in my eyes and I can't see

some days I don't feel like talking
some days I'm nothing
but I'm always trying the knot
I'm always tying the knot
I'm always gasping for the
I'm always grabbing for the
for the worn knot at the end of my rope

lying down, face up
enclosed in darkness
tried to move, no luck
to me, the black harkens

thinking back, i can't see
the memory is there but I can't grasp it
what is there in front of me?
the rabbit's just a bit too quick to trap it

locked in on all sides
my breathing quickens
the hard floor overrides
everything as the air thickens

i was working day in and day out
to carve out this life we had in our heads
but when your whispers turned into shouts
the worst seemed like the best that i could get

driving in my car thinking about your face
you really could light up the darkest place
when we touch i think the end is close
you bring death, bring life, neither of which we chose
sometimes i think i could die with you
but i know you don't reciprocate
you break me and you dislocate
my bones

new york cares
my thoughts laid bare
your penetrating stare
makes me wonder if it all ain't fair

oh, blessed composer of words
with tact and skill you sweep us
off the edge of the wicked world

time doesn't slip by
when we consume your prose
it gets us, and keeps us, high

the holy and the god-fearing
have nothing on your heart
no one's love compares to yours

there is
and
then there isn't.
an ephemeral specter
that glimmers
and then sparks
in the low, yet vibrant,
glow
of the mother moon.
cycling,
repeating,
rotating omnisciently.

what was
is
and then is gone.
what is dead
is
what the living need.
why is it
that
we reject the way?
what once was
becomes
what is now.