Hues of blue wash the evening sky
The moon, alone,
In deference to the sun-
-Which burns and warms and loves. And gives life.
To all within it's fatal grace.
A mistress which both loves and hates and bathes one in its warm embrace and kills one lest you lack respect.

The Bluelight Special
peaks above
The Eastern scape
And scans the West.

In hues of copper, rust and red
The Western sky cools as the day
And as the sun now fades away
In all her glory still she burns
And still she clings
And still she flicks
And spits and licks
Her flaming wrath
Her's is this world
And yet her grace
Which graces all
Is not enough
'Fore all her strength, nay! despite her grip
The world rotates
Though she objects
Yet nature does what nature does
And time ticks on-
-the day now gone

The Bluelight Special rises clear
And soft and bright
And rules the night
In peace it whispers
Can you hear?

The Bluelight Special says to you and me and he and she,
it whispers and the words
you hear
are...

Drying like a dying leaf
Thirsty angry full of grief
Ain't no water in this town
And if there were I'd spit it out

Deny myself
No, quenching thirst
It ain't for me
I don't deserve

Not today
Not anyway
Today I'm dry
Wrinkled weathered withered spirit

All alone yet too much noise
I hear my name
Another day
At the office
With the drones

But who am I if I'm not them
If them is drones I'm the ******* motherboard
Of corporate copy selling ****
To ***** across the world

It pays the bills
Such a sellout
So I won't quench my thirst

If I ruled the world
You'd open your thighs
If I ruled the world
You'd then look in my eyes
And you'd see the sky

If I ruled the world
I'd shower you with love
And if you strayed away
Nahh, you wouldn't
I rule the world, don't I?

Words cannot explain what a feel
Words cannot explain that my reality feels
SO ******* UNREAL

How can sorrow be so deep
How is it I don't just leap
How is it I cannot fly
And let the wind dry my tears before I splatter into bits

Of grime and brain and flesh and bones
Like scorching fields where battles roared
Like sorrow from the depth of hell
Which churns - yet mourns - for who I ain't

I ain't I ain't I ******* ain't
Like these words, no more than chords
Like air in wheightless majesty
I'm hollow, a mere shadow, in my 30s

In my 30s such despair
For who I am a corpse with air
And yet a cling to whothefck cares
A fcking asterisk for the U that goes there

**** I say to all this sorrow
Still I know there comes tommorow
And tommorow will I wake?
I will despiste my corpse-filled air

I'll shower dress and go to work
I'll HePo even though I'm such a ****
For thinking that the f*ck you care
For words like chords at least the air

Will have some meaning, meanings! it.
No purpose nor the will to find
Some semblance of a life worth time

But it will pass this endless pit
Of sorrow and the stinking ****
It will, I know, it has before
And after all
These words
Like chords
Are just
Plain
Jokes

The jokes on me
Of this I see
And now the clown waves mightily
For who am I but words and chords and air and **** and **** all this!

Have you ever tasted hunger?
It tastes of metal at the side of your tongue
And a pain in your chest, not in your gut
It is depression deep and endless

And there's food somewhere, out there but you have no energy to eat it.