i'll feel autumn's cool rush
in the park
on a sunday,
with you by my side,
your arm curled 'round
the sleeve of my leather jacket.

and sunlight
will soften
your face;

together we'll walk,
retracing our steps:
it's a dream i chase.

I’m not lonely
But these roads are
Teeming with ants and birds soaring above
I drive on by, past them all and the clouds too

I’m not lonely
But this car is, this heart is
I miss the days when it was the other way around
When I had someone to chauffeur me

I dream of you
Standing in the tall yellow grass
Thumbs up and a cheeky grin
I don’t drive on by

I dream of letting you in
You laugh at the CDs I keep
All by your feet
But you like the music anyway

I ask of you, “Where you headed?”
You just laugh
And my cheeks turn red
But it’s not because of the summer sun

I sing with you
And you love the lyrics
To these old rock and roll songs
But we don’t part ways

I kiss you
Maybe not then
Behind a grimy windshield
But eventually

We don’t part ways
Instead, we keep each other company
In this dinged up white car
On grey-blue lonely roads

But you don’t exist
Not outside my mind
Not outside my heart
Not outside my words

So, I implore you,
That when we meet
I want our story to be
Of a happily ever after
And not a Twilight Zone episode

So,
Mister Hitch Hiker,
Do you reckon I can give you a lift?

Reality unfocused,
Fantasy lingers in my mind.

I once dreamt of a place where time did not exist,
Where the moon always shone, and the stars always glimmered.  
I once dreamt of a watch that did not tell time
A watch that belonged to a good friend of mine.

This friend sat with me, under the sunless sky
And told me of the place where he was from.
He said: “This concept of time you are bound to here
Does not exist for us. It is what we most hate and fear.”

Then he did something rather peculiar.
He took out a small gold circular object
And polished it with his sleeve
And opened it up, and peered into it.

He beckoned at me, “come close,” he murmured.
He turned the object, he turned it, and turned it, and it turned and turned.
“Look up.” He pointed at the sky, “What can you see?”
“I see the stars,” I said, “I see the night.”

“Yes, and for us, it is forever like this.”
I couldn’t imagine a world with no light,
But staring at the momentary darkness around me
Made me appreciate the sun and the birds and the morning glee.

And as I look back on this dream,
I think of the friend, and what he is experiencing.
Day, night, he will never know the difference,
But he will always know, they exist together after visiting me.

The ocean was once filled with crowns.
It will tell you all about it
If you sit still long enough,
But you never do.
You see, it saw those children with their frowns
and their struggle to commit
To a world that treats them rough,
yet rarely rewards virtue.

The waves then went out to distribute
Their gifts among those in need,
So that their innocence may scatter
and be spread.
To this day they break as a tribute,
Go watch them while you bleed.
In a moment you don't matter,
you'll sense a weight upon your head.

Dare I dream?
Of a far away shore
Golden sand hugging The crystal waves
Mermaids sitting on emerald stones

Dare I dream?
Of a far away land
A castle built with golden bricks
Its high tower kissing the clouds

Dare I dream?
Of a far away heart
That one day shall wander close
And fall in love with mine.

The war is over don’t you see.
Fire still reigns supreme.
The war is over, understand!
Fear still crawls across the land.

Every bullet spent in vain,
Every knife now bears a stain!
Every bullet shot to miss,
I wasn’t born to live with this!

Simple truths for simple men,
Simple wounds hurt now as then,
Complex thoughts expressed through rage,
one more problem to engage!

Damaged sons of damaged fathers!
******* of decline!

We don’t live in reality,
We suffer through a fever dream!
No one rises no one screams!
An escape is what we need!

We are sons of entropy,
Preparing for apocalypse,
******* of catastrophe,
We thrive in our depravity!

The skies are open don’t you see!
Down the rabbit hole with me!
The skies are open, every man!
Run away to rabbitland!

Every head that’s cut in vain,
Every blade forged in disdain!
Every head a price to pay,
For us to see light of day!

Honest words for honest folks,
Bleeding scars from poor taste jokes,
Sugarcoated **** still stinks,
It leaves a mark and so does the ink.
Damaged daughters, lowly ******!
******* of a glitch in time!

We don’t live in reality,
We pursue a fever dream!
We ignore fear and gravity,
bite the fire through the screams!

We children of entropy!
Preparing for catastrophe!
No hope, no love no sanctity!
We revel in depravity!

i would rather live
inside my head cause
down to earth means dead
promise when I die
you will plant a seed
inside my heart, the
anatomical
it will sprout and grow
i will be the tree
the lines of liter-
-al and metaphor-
-ical will blur in
death as they did in
life my branches will
reach to the sky cause
down to earth means dead