Below Drown Town, there is a place
An area for the voiceless people to stay
It’s called The Wastelands
Here is where I live and spend most of my days
Fantasising about a girl who can take the isolation away

This picture I’m painting inside my head is us
Lying down in my bed
Listening to old school tunes about love & gangsta ***
I lose myself completely in the look of your eyes
While you tangle up your legs with mine
A kiss from your lips gets me high
It numbs my mind and slows down time
I whisper “let’s **** and forget who we are”
You pull me closer and say “ready when you are”

But like most fantasies, you snap back into reality
The girl I want is way out of my reach
I’m like a king with a forbidden lust dream
Starring at the world whilst I wait for a queen
In The Wastelands for the rest of eternity

blessings and curses
warlocks and muses
some of the fleeting melodies this world uses
diminishing moments
crescendoing hours
the allegro of my heartbeat, facing these encounters
the event that struck a chord
intrepid, might i add
the milquetoast that's the real you
and the ego you wish you had

To have wished
To have waited
For my belly
To have been sated

To have hungered
To have thirsted
For the blood
Of the cursėd

To have yearned
To have longed
For the sound
Of the song

To have cried
To have pined
For the merciful
Touch of thine

To have sought
To have found
The touch of death
From the ground