One step closer to insanity,
One step closer to pain;
One step fuelled by gravity,
In an effort to live again.

Branded by authority
In an effort to justify the cause;
Reconciling with telemetry
To re-dignify what's been
put on pause.

I am a
Living nihility,
Anti-reality,
Illusory spectrum
Of somebody's dream;

To contend with that aspect,
I've maintained some respect
Among the fluidity stream;

Barring the pieces
That don't fall together,
In an effort to silence the lot,
Wherever the weather
In stormy-wind tethers,
Intrinsic of what's been forgot.

One step closer to Humanity,
One step closer to The Grain;
When one finally plants the seeds,
They will be able to live again.
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Know that I still have
Love in my heart left for you
Even though you
Continue to deny it's true;

Know that I can't
Give it all up just yet
When theŕe's
Nothing I have left to regret;

When all of my
Heart and mind and soul
Can never justify the whole;

When my limits
have reached their end,
I still continue
to welcome you as "Friend";

Call it a strength or weakness
Whatever you will,
On a fulcrum of leverage
As Time stands still;

I have love in my heart left for you,
To do whatever you are willing to,
With whatever strengths you hold,
To continue to enjoy life
as you grow old...
I have love in my heart left for you...
To journey to wherever
the winds take you to;
And whatever love stays behind,
No doubt we'll remember
our good times;

For however long it will take
More lifetimes to endure this mistake,
I hope that one day
we can connect again,
In another Time to be more than friends...

I have love in my heart left for you...

In all of the best that Life has you do.
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I want to go
To an open road
-A road that knows no bounds;
To find a bar that's been long dead,
Where The Wind has its only sounds.

So that I may drink of the only wine,
That travellers dare not reach;
Where the taste is so fine
Upon death's decline,
That my lips, it cannot breach.

Where the cold air tongue
Whips through its walls,
With only History's cross to bear,
I take up the saddle
From the rail outside
And saddle up
To the Old-Bones, there.

I might graze for hunger,
I might stop for pain;
The wretched past
Of lives long-last,
Whistle through my sinewed veins.

As I journey forth unto
This great canyon-grave,
Where old howlers'
Ribs be shorn;
By torrential storms
Inside their own enclave.

As part of dust we settle,
And to dust we return;
From all of those times in Life (we hope),
Were times we would have learned.

Ne'er shall it be an easy time,
For anyone to traverse;
The greater strength upon this night,
Is the Love for the Universe.

And when that Love has gone and left
Down along this dusty road,
It's right back to The Skies I'll go...

And re-open That Old Fold.

You used to believe
Me to be beautiful,
You used to believe
Me to be Green;
But when I went
Along down The Road with you,
You somehow
Turned out really mean.

I never thought I'd find someone
Who I would connect
with so close up to par;
But somewhere down
along those lines,
For some reason we
grew apart really far.

I really wish you could tell me
What it was that drove us away;
For each week that goes by
I wonder,
Why my heart breaks
that much more, every day.

It's unbelievable to mention
And completely embarrassing to care,
The atoms of my being won't stop
vibrating
At high frequencies somehow,
over there.

It's like as though there was a time
When we lived a full life
at some point together;
But then that time came short
For some reason,
And ended far too quickly,
one season.

It's like as if it's not me that's lamenting,
But a considerable ghost from my past;
Somewhere down Human History's line,
Where for some reason
The memories last.

I really don't know how to
Find it within me to fix this,
Without a considerable
shock to my brain;
Some modulated electrical pulses,
To ensure I am no longer in pain.

If someone can please place me into that chair,
The Grand Neural-Reformatting Beast,
If something can be said about this,
I would be most grateful,
To say the least.

Just so I can be finally done with this mess,
And numb enough to no longer care;
So I can happily continue
To move on with my life,
And not continue to
bother everyone else, over there.

I thought that I was useful,
I though that I "belonged";
But when The Family turned on me,
I knew that I'd been wronged.

Whatever lessons I was
to learn from this,
I am still trying to
figure out on my own;
But it's become too hard
to see the big picture,
When the pieces
aren't even being shown.

It's easy to say "forget it",
When it's already too hard to do;
What would make things a tad easier
Would be more time spent with you.

I don't know how to stop this longboat
From crashing right into the locks;
And killing all five-thousand crew
And sending them straight into the Rocks.

Perhaps I shall simply admit myself
To a life that exists behind bars;
With a proper straight jacket and a foam head piece
And a safely installed mouth guard.

At least I will be protected there
And given some safe refuge;
Even though they may scream down the halls....
I'll know I'll be gone from you.
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