If ever my darling leaves me,
it would always be too soon.
If she were to depart untimely,
I'd be vulnerable to the moon,
Naked in it's consuming mass,
I'd feel it's weight in the heavens.
just waiting for this night to pass,
in hopes my pain might lessen.

If ever my darling has had enough,
and she decides to haste away,
If her love is a lack thereof,
I will forever be in dismay.
If ever our paths divert,
somewhere along the way,
I hope one day to reassert
and walk once more one day.

If ever our puzzle erodes
and pieces will not fit,
we find ourselves on antipodes,
with a love that you acquit,
spare I the hurt of a love you lost
and just rip it fast and clean
save from me any accost
and run to the end, foreseen.

If ever my darling leaves me,
I guess she would be just,
to escape commitment and be free,
and to freedom again adjust,
I wish for her to tarry,
on her wayward saunter,
my burden, alone, is to much to carry
but a burden still to conquer.

Life kinda ***** sometimes,
This much is very true.
So just live for the fun times,
And smoke a joint or two.
Sometimes you won't have money,
Sometimes you won't have jobs,
But when you're high it's just so funny
Just stay away from cops
And keep your eyes on making money.
You'll make it through this
One way or another, I swear
And when you find your place of bliss
Look me up and I'll be there.

As we run, day after day
In our wonderful wheel,
Our emotions are just like clay.
We don't know how to feel.
We go in circles, forevermore,
We think we're moving forward,
But life to me is such a bore,
Always going wayward.

Always running
To the wall,
To a cunning,
Child's call.
We have the dreams
We have the mind
But easy it seems,
To get behind.

When all the world's turning,
We turn and hide.
And my world's burning,
Despite things I tried.
And all the world for me has died
The gates of hell are opened wide.
They beckon me
They have my lust
They show me glee,
They have my trust

They have not my soul,
And have not my life.
I'm still in control
I hold out the knife.

With a clatter,
It hits the floor
Nothing's the matter
Doesn't bother anymore
I ward of the pain
And climb in my shame
Up from the shallows
And out of the gallows.
To take by the hair
My grueling despair
And hold it up high
And let out a cry

"No more, no more,
Controlled by hate.
No more, no more!
By hells steel gate!"
I will rise from my ashes,
A life anew
But never in my life
Will I forget about you.

"Oh, me, never picked" cries the flower.
"When will I have my hour?"
The hand knows what the mouth can't say,
A flower saved for another day.
Water the roots
Tend to the shoots
But never tear from soil,
Or you will spoil
The beauty that once was

Tick, tick, an hour glass.
A moment, a lifetime, and hour pass.
Sunset to sunset, sunrise to sunrise;
A fleeting moment of wonderless surprise.
Tick, tick, the consistant clock
Tick, tick, it seems to mock.
The metronome of my never-ending sorrow,
The beat leading forward to a fruitless tomorrow.
Tick, tick, an hourglass
A moment, a lifetime, and hour pass.
The question for me: if it won't last...
Why follow the hands?
If our time is time only to borrow,
What's the point of one more tomorrow?

As I walk through life's green fields
Picking freely from the yields,
A thankless demeanor I carry about
And the life I lead will never amount
To the fruit stolen from the vine,
The fruit to nurture another mind.

I think to myself: if I was another,
Would I still be so fruitless?
If my fruit went to another brother,
Would he be as useless?

The rain falls unstoppably against my door.
Its soft pitter patter hitting my floor.
Its driving me crazy.
I can't take it anymore.
The intensity rises
Tearing my brain.
The constant distraction..
I'm no longer sane.
The constant note...
Always the same
Now the undeniable source of my fame.
Now I praise the day that it no longer came.
The haunting inside me, it must be....
Rain