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Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.
My veins are creeping ivy
the feeling slowly enveloped my soul
as I lie under the stars crop circles form in the sky
begging the question yet I cannot yet reach the sun
I shut my eyes, as I drift into the milky way
gravity beckons for my return
yet that I cannot do, forever lost in a lone vacuum
I smile when I feel pain no more
in the absence of nothing, never to return to reality
an excursion to a black hole
it is here in the unknown I find my affinity for love
When my hands become too shaky too write,
and my eyes too crusted over to see,
be sure to buy me a tape recorder,
because for the rest of my life,
my emotions will be set free.
Where will the children go to play
When there is nothing left
On the deserted city streets
But tears and broken glass

Where will the elders take their strolls
When all the sidewalks are gone
What will they do when they find they've erased
Everything that they have drawn

An emptiness that hangs like a mist
Over the cold damp ground
Who will be there to feed the hunger
When darkness rolls around

But when the darkness goes away
And who's to say it will
Will things be like they once had been
Or will the emptiness strike us still
Collaboration with Savannah Sawyer
have you ever stopped to look at
i mean really look at your toes
i sit and ponder their purpose
they're too far away to reach  the nose

there's a rumor they're great at rock & roll
though i've never heard them break out into song
must be when i'm asleep in my bed at night
that they jam between themselves all night long

guess if i really thought about it
which i seem to do more often than not
if i didn't have my toes with me as company
i'd  only have my brain to stump
He enters in via the shadows of night
While the world is sound in its sleep
Snatches that which goes bump in the night
The Profiteer of everyone's dreams

Tosses them into his silken bag
Heads down to the market place
Sells the dreams to the highest of bids
Nightmares bring double the price

If you awaken with no recollection
And wonder what it could possibly mean
Your dreams were taken and sold in the night
Now others are dreaming your dreams

So guard yourself while you are sleeping
The subconscious can be easily deceived
Into giving away all that it's saved
To the Profiteer of everyone's dreams
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