guilt tied itself
around my wrist
like a red balloon
don't tell me this
is the gist
it follows me around
north, east, south
and westbound
an unmissable reminder
of what i have done
see, it's all just a rerun
a **** show or a gag show
it's been so long since
i last saw a rainbow
a red balloon
friend, it's just air
but it's so heavy
and let me tell you
it has never been easy
so i guess maybe
the walls crack
because sometimes what
they hear
is just too much
to bear

Eyes of dull with rage to shed,
a hair displayed the crimson red.
Soul of stains like wine on bread,
remove the waste, recall the dead.
Vicious is as Vicious says,
a simple schiz without his meds.
Reptiles dwell where the climates dynamic
fakes only sunbathe and copy the tactic.
Delicious is dread which is born out of sin
such the slyest of styles and guile with grin.
Just remember the words of your elder and kin,
eggs are good for dinner but you're much to small for Dragons.

'Mommy, why are you so sad?'
My daughter used to say.
She was always so sick and frail
And I watched her fade away.

Her weight in my arms
One day turned to dust.
Words of love and comfort,
Suddenly were not enough.

One day, when the day comes
i'll prove you have nothing to worry about
that i am all yours.
One day, when the day comes
i'll take that leap through stars
and put it into beautiful rhyme
how i always liked it.
One day, when the day comes
i'll do all the things kept on hold
then i shall feel complete and whole
and
That one day, i won't have to think
about the list of things i haven't done.
Or i might even feel nothing
because sometimes what i wanted
is not even clear to me.
Everyday i talk to myself
what do i wish to accomplish
one day?
The remark is always fuzzy.
Only thing certain is that
ONE DAY my day'll come
and i haven't a faintest idea
how its going to play out.

I still have your picture
It sits in my wallet
I don't quite know what for
When you've been moving on

I still kept our picture
We were all smiles then
Once in a while I'll take a peek
As if it were playing hide-and-seek

I look out for your pictures
It's pathetic and I know
You're trying to move on
Still some part of me hopes you won't forget
I am still here; I want to be your friend

I live in the neighborhood
of your parallel universes
the window you didn't open
      the bus you missed
      that name, that tune
    you couldn't remember
                            a helicopter
                               a whistle
                                  a train
                                a trumpet
                               a horn
                             a siren
                          a tuba
I yell my vocal cords explode
           into prophetic songs
                        tomorrow
           our voice will expire
                   our memory
                            weak
                            wil­l
                            fade
                            li­ke

                                             this

Love can lead you to a crucifixion
are you surprised to be so loved?