An island somewhere
The only place with delicacy so rare
Found only by luck, Most would consider me stuck
But I'm living joyously in my delusional haze
No longer counting days
Since I lost ten through twenty
There is happiness in my veins
Believe, I have plenty.
The hunger is perfectly numb
What shall I dine on next
Perhaps a thumb.

I need to calm my nerves
End this feeling
Escape this situation
Light a smoke
Inhale
Exhale
Nerves fail to calm
Hit filter
Feeling better
Calmed nerves
Light a smoke
Inhale
Exhale
Much better
This news was terrible
Cancer is a scary thing.

You've heard the rumour?
It's true
I do sleep with one eye on my heart
Why do i do this?
I have let my heart get stolen
One too many times
And we all know thief's aren't the most careful people 
and wouldn't you know, It's been broken
More than once 
How do i keep an eye on it?
Let's just say
It's easy to watch something that has been
Torn out and stepped on
You are probably wondering
How my heart has survived all these years?
That's easy
You can't **** something
That was never alive.

Growing tired and weary as the day groans on
For these days seem longer due to restless nights

    You, My boy are in need of a pick me up
Appreciated offer but it would be irresponsible
To coax a mind that's already dwindling
I can't afford to lose it all
As a result of your persuasive swindling
So leave me be, petty swindler

But sir! It's my product that'll help you forget her

'Her' is gone and I've made piece with that
So take your bad habits and just leave it at that!

A crooked frame of a picture perfect family
Hangs in the hallway
With the eyes cut out
To imitate the blindness of suburbia
The family dog remains in the frame
To tell the tales of an animal
Caged in a four sided box
And the frame itself is a darkened oak
With each side representing a member
To show the strength of family
And the dark times that cover them all.

We live In a land where the people romance the reality
Instead of embracing and facing the realism  
In attempts to make it better for these little boys and girls  
Not realizing they are implanting pessimism
Causing their minds to be closed with frailty
And the creativity within that should spark and swirl
Instead lies dormant, Suppressed and concealed.
Leading to people who know nothing and have faith
That they know everything.

I sit and reminisce and take a drink for the old days
I'm thankful for my boys who've been here since the music played
Let the drinks crash down throughout our wild nights
We broke laws, Kissed girls and got in fights
We got through everything, Death and Plights
We help each other forget, and move on
Like that cut on your lip, From last weekends trip.
I toast to those nights and friends alike.
For they never slow down or end.