A sound in the void,
A birdless twitter,
Does silence the sky,
A word; just why

You stand there alone,
Kept safe, unfair,
Brought yourself there,
Just why, please not here

Forced by forces,
****** yourself out,
Doomed to ask me,
Why, just see

You lost all you had,
Not more than yourself,
Now stand there alone,
Not much to atone

Clouds are looming,
Cliff is so tall,
Throw yourself out there,
Met the rocks, I fear.

I sit with beer, all destitute, to write this alcoholic poem,
Tomorrow's far away, but a catastrophic omen
With beer in front, the task at hand, I should not have a chance,
Yet goggles clear, my writing dear, with future shaking hands,
I'll give a cheer, I'll down my beer, haste towards the achin',
So then I'll wake up, fill my coffee cup, and make some ******* bacon!

In deep night I howl at the moon. Lonely I reach for understanding,
but it's always too fast, and too loud and too soon.
It might be too much, what I'm demanding.

Drowned cities beyond grass and trees are of no importance when strings are cut.
Stranger upon stranger becomes lover upon lover,
all with square eyes and hungry heart.

We feed like beasts on what feeling we can find when living in the truth of others.
And we wash of blood like common dirt yet we fear all dirt from our mother.

Faceless enemies all around,
with painted smiles and powers.
Oh how we corrupt ourselves chasing the taste of true flesh,
Chasing  bones between towers.

Not ever to feed on newborn thoughts,
our own world frightens us.
But howl at the moon, if just for one night, and feel, natures child,  what is right!

Filth and dirt and moon and trees, *** and love and ******!
You look for it all in screens of lies and you eat up each word without care.

Like all common men, you eat **** like it's steak,
for our nameless enemy created false dreams.

And the nameless is us, yet powerless still,
alone I stand strong, together you stand still.

To ask for more is common man's sin,
but to seek in new spaces is treason to your kin.

Alienated souls are dumped and lost,
questions fade by each year.
And what life do you live, puppets at will,
seeking bigger lies to cover your fears.