I'm great
At finding fault within myself...
Stumbling over evaporated time;
causes functions to become defective...
I trudge onward despite
waist-deep deception...
Lonely road,
from where do you come...
When dark clouds cover the sky
Rain is ready to fall on tired earth...
The screen door is creaking in the damp breeze
The first summer rain, warmer and wetter than...
Hands shake reaching for the bottle,
full of amber liquid courage...
Hate a strong feeling
Razing Lies and friends...
Adorning Gizmo jackets,
through electric sockets...
I look into your joyful eyes
and hear your joyful laughter...
Pitiful, an utter disgrace
Roots of character I can trace...
Chest of Memories
in the dark attic...