I want to think abount the smuge on my refrigerator and a **** in an empty elevator
I KNOW IT WASN'T ME!!
To the deep and tangle of wood. Of cackle and of croak. Find me left of no regrets uncloaked with singe and smoke.
The sun unsean and far from sight this ever dark of night.
So too shiver and of faint, did the woods enease, envoke.
The firey hate I have of all that I ever stoke.
So to light, or rather fight.
The hope eternal night. This feeling is of a drearyness. So to other worlds alight.
So within this swamp of soot and eyes too break of day. Focused only for the dark, that of yesterday.
Be the light unnatural, Be it weeping willows.
Is the place to find me now, I hope your dance can follow.
So forward, forward, through the muck. while we sink together.
An anger that we hope to shed, this our common tether.
So upon our doorstep, us of little faith
that we might to hold the hate is foolishness awry for anger is the tempest and cleansing of our homes
for the mind is but a fabric and the blood of God the dye
these wonders make a fool of me andme to jest about
so could I find I better time to worlds of lesser shake.
but cowards are around and shimmer like a snake
I'm of a universe I do not have a stake
So would I to a different path that of less mistake.
this I cannot know the wind will tell you so
it is of a place we might never, ever go.
so tell me then .As you tire. I write with toungh in cheek, but never of a charlitin and never of a lier and with the passing of your time. you never paid a cent. but think It funny of your mind that I often pay to rent.