The sounds of the sea beseeched far set landlocked...
To bless the voice of demons in rapturous response...

Bottles and cans litter my floor,
A path to my bed in liquored decour...

Demons play tricks on unwitting souls,
Weaving lies in the fabric of hope...

If my world came crashing down and i needed help...
And if i was half dead in the street, who would...

The dawn of the new day unfolds,
Beams of the Sun shine dutifully upon...

Somewhere, between the little AA chips, there is...
Sobriety is supposed to make things better, right...

Has a boy
I was I guess I was raised bizarre...

Gracefully flowing with the rhythm,
Dancing in eloquent splendor...

We haven't talked in 7 years,
I just wanted to check on you...

I am the Magician,
Performer of cheap tricks...

My thoughts get so loud I can't hear the sound of...
Is this what it feels like when we start giving...

Life is a flower,
To be scattered cross the ground...