Where the Boys Are
The air I always breathe
I don't have a lot
I want someone to share it with me
I really only want a few things
They've all been taken away
What does the next life bring
I just want to feel O.K.
I'm searching forever
For someone or something
I want to be high
And I want someone to love me
I've spent 23 years now
Trying to get by
Other people make it day to day
I still wonder why
I really only had a few thing
They've all turned to tears
One tried to kill me
The other kept me here
I'm still here
White Noise/Black Silence
Time in argument will end
Flames of preparation
Fingers felt the whipping
Hand that feeds the flame
Escalate the drought
Itching to join the fray
Wishing darkness was sound
shutting desires out
Wishing darkness was sound
but as moths to the flame...
...we go
You the ignorant
take sides in these three dimensions
Nullify importance
confined within the page
Scan for rapture again
look for an instant save
Mere moments pass and still it seems
detached from insight, thought and word
Ever since it lost its edge
lost in the noise forever be
in the blur of information
the nail that never sticks
Venting a foul stench
purging the fevered self
behind a traitor's name
Face the consequence
taken back in the eyes of fairness
A nobody forever
hidden and locked away
Working the boards again
Giving the wrath away