Let Orpheus drown out their voice
for I am not ready to leap into the wild sea...
When he left, he was 18
and didn't know that the road to hell was paved...
At the peak of his power and fame,
they trembled at the sound of his name...
Some people don't like me
because I act like a kid...
Desire had been an illness.
For it warped the minds so anchored in make-shift...
As I look back through
memories of a broken childhood...
Sitting next to agony
With gasoline in eyes...
You know its funny
Ive often heard it said...
This reality gets real only when we cry out...
Only searching in the times of desperation leaving...
Where do all of these people
come from...
As I sit in silence & surrounded by hate.
I could never hope to find you, it's always too...
Boundary.
I sit here...