Out of the gate I see no eyes
That I remember or swear are mine
This house is burning yet it stands
Her hair rests on me a thousand strands
I am not myself no I see not my body
O' lone bones praying on their knees
Get away from me and head to the bay
Outside there is fire a falling and
The seas are churning with red
Not in the end but in the beginning
We enjoyed the past time of sinning
I know not whether these thoughts are real
Or if my mind has grown too confused
All I know that the howling wind
Is crying but oh' where to begin
"This face of mine is starting to show wear"
The wife said to the man
"Go now if you must, this is too much too bear"
The man pulled his coat over his bare back
Opened the door out the wife then relaxed
Each hour is clicking like the sound of gun shots
My soul is leaking loudly out the overflowing soup ***
Now no idea is worth sharing
If you don't love it with all your giving
Books mention nothing of them but you still read on
For something may be in there to make you not a pawn
Either I have started myself on a path
Or it all is apart of the greater wrath
I never found my place or knew where to go
I'm out in the dark like a white long lost lark
I seek no pity or no true friendship yet
For if it exists will only weigh me down
I just wish to find a pair of loving lips
Perhaps a woman that keeps me cool as she gently knits
Intelligence in the finest degree penetrates the fortress walls
Minds machine makes mere soldiers laugh
With the apple arcade glowing in the afternoon shade
Candy cane blossom in the ***** of a fusion
Life leering inside the window of its special widow
Towards the north end of the avenue the prowlers prowl
The darkly lit bars tenants moaning as their stomachs growl
Torn up workers spread their cracked and caked hands
Law men approaching spinning his billy club stave'
Not in the light we are remembered but in the
Shadows of minds of the ones left behind
In the ice of the snow brown on the sludge outside
Amusing oneself with the laughter of the crowd
The madness mad cow disease
Where smiles are not smiles and the brain childs watch
Tantazlizing yourself into submission as your wishing
For a writing on the wall that never came and will never
Come to the door or the mailbox or to the internet or
In love or in hate or in greed or in money or in Fame or
In sleep or in dreams or in rest, the place where you are
Tested again and again relentless and insane
Pulling your hair out and your teeth have gone numb and
Inside the fire is burning but on the grass on the lawn your
Dawn is now rising but your eyes can't see the sun