Way back when,
many years ago;
In the midst of the Sixties,
spread your legs, let's go!
An injustice was created,
with a Hollow soul to lose...

A decade and a half later,
  no belief of a Creator;
  The tortured child he had become,
  again was alone...

The Creature inside me, this evil within,
     will you experience my Demons,
or find yourself my friend.

The Creature had matured, mid-explosion, so believed;
   Yet, twenty years still to come,
of reaping that seed...

    What to do, Where to hide;
               Who to ****;
         At whom to smile...

The Creature or boy yearns to destroy,
     the lives that surround me
          and all of their joy...

This Creature is unmerciful, with the thought's that he sows;
    Will this Creature ever die,
or live on breathlessly,
     Just as the end of a sigh...

The Creature lurks deep, can this world survive;
   This painful hatred, that makes most mortals cry...

             It lives as it Breathes,
    will it ever retreat;
          The child within,
  still has no belief...

As the walls begin to cave,
Within the crevices of cracked paint.
His breath becomes solid as his tears become faint...

His mind now weary,
His heart no longer beats;
Though life is still present,
His soul is beyond weak...

Strings among cords,
Boats that won't sink;
His pleasures distorted,
Dreams among nightmares in only a blink...

Wayward he travels, in a future so foretold.
Wayward he walks,
A child with no soul...

How can I explain,
my guilt, my fears, my pain;

With every breath I suffocate;

My heart, my soul,
I Ache...

There's no tomorrow,
only today;

My past represents,
as it excavates;
I Ache...

Pain so deep, soul so shallow,
sadness swallows me,
leaving me hollow;
I Ache...

I scream from within,
yet I show no fright;
My souls on fire,
I Ache...

My heart, my mind;
That unpleasant taste;
I ACHE

I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...

With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.

Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting,
or was there something on my mind;

A Momentary Reflection,
I thought as I laughed;
Reflections of mistakes, so many in my past; or maybe the future, and thoughts of my death.

There's no point in thinking that anything can change;
I passed myself there and found myself here;
Crossroads unmarked, destination unphased,
Trembling,
like a lost dog, covered in mange...

A strength unfound, a desire to disappear;
A Momentary Reflection,
of how I found my way here.

As I watch myself in quiet,
with no desire to stop;
In slow motion I fall,
from a single gunshot...

A Momentary Reflection,
of where I stood at the start;
Maybe if I had slowed, or come to a stop,
this Moment I have witnessed,
the confusion and doubt;
Just maybe, somehow
I could have found a way out

Years of washing,
yet the stains won't fade;
       Washboard worn,
  My fingers,
        Bleed.
A cleansing of my soul,
  is maybe what I need.

     Bits of metal,
  chips of wood;
years of washing,
    yet still,
   misunderstood...

  Years of washing,
   Yet the Stains won't fade;
       Alone, unclean;
Feeling betrayed...

     Years of washing,
    the Stains,
      won't fade;
Ready for the reaper,
    Suit, Tie,
          Decay...

As darkness begins to swallow,
and the light begins to fade;
As candles without oxygen,
are the breaths we no longer take.

All the yesterday's tomorrow's,
Few promises can we make;
As today's feeble winds,
are ours to not forsake.

Rebirth of spiritual soul,
as death we can't escape;
Promised are only the tomorrow's,
From the yesterday's we've now made...

As my body shakes violently,
In the midst of sound sleep;

Naked and alone,
Lying on the cold concrete;

This nightmare of my reality
                 I Dream...