Black salty oceans
fall from my eyes...
Mythical angels standing tall;
Listening to words which form a song...
As time goes by
Do we waste it...
Now i lay me down to sleep
If we perished...
Tip the glass, you've nothing to lose;
A smile can go a long, long way...
Eyes weary and blurred from the start
Trembling the tears of an open heart...
Words dance on the page
Fly unheeded from thy pen...
As a child I spent countless hours
cradling thoughts...
He's now a man no more a boy,
Eighteen summers, and one day old...
Half man half machine,
You'd think I was the one who invented silence...
Winds blow across the sands of times
Causing ripples in consciousness...
Waiting for my death
Not wanting to die...