What is life?
Is it an account...
I trace the image in my mind,
Of how it all began...
Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...
Walk down this road traveled often
Growing older your resolve may soften...
My body doesn't grow in all these colors
But the mind- it keeps on pushing...
I cannot get it out of my head
the screams the pain...
There are words that are heard too much
Words that are no longer worth hearing...
Behind every song,
A sad story had been left untold...
Oh rapturous night
Veil of my heart and soul...
Sidewalks.
They don't care if you haven't had time to visit...
Sam and I huddle
beneath our cardboard tenement...
Choking on the sapid taste of destruction,
that could only be veritable lies...