Wandering.
Night fills the sky,
path lit by burning lamps,
few and far between.

Stumbling.
Jasmine in the air,
silence fled, returns in
abscence, of my footsteps,
upon the hard and cobbled
way.

Tears.
wind stirs the leaves,
And sighs a song of
soft farewell, flowing
through the grasp of folly,
fingers stretched to empty air,
And the shining stars above.

Gone.
Stars fade and pass away,
the moon falls in knowledge,
of the coming of the day.
Cool darkness fades.
And I left with nothing,
bitter memory, and the tattered
shreds of dream.

They use your fears
like I used
the ******,the Whisky
and the times alone.

The less you care the
less there is to fear.

The more I used
the less I thought,
the better I slept,
the more I lost.

I was too far gone to
properly mourn
Winehouse.

And I was too angry and
aware to fall for
that foolish promise
of change and hope.

They took the S away
from the
Gods and left you
with only
one alternative.

They pray to Serpents
and you call them saviors.
I wear tattooed images
that prove my awareness.

Add an S to your
laughter and I'll present
you with the Slaughter.

I'm free of the Dragon
and more aware
than ever.

It's the arrangement we
are all apart of but so few
really know.

The pillars need to
crumble for us
to start anew.

I'll be the first to light
the fire take my
place within
the flames.

Whisper sincere goodbyes
to cherished friends
and vengeful enemies.

Then curse the
wicked Watchers
as they stare and
watch us burn.