sad day

I think I'd rather be alone
It's worth a lot more than worry
I can't seem to make it real
My body is numb and my mind in a hurry

Superficial bitch and cancer eat up my phone
I think tonight I'd rather be alone

It's such a sad fucking day, when the world turns to dust
and I'll be laughing until the last child rusts
It's such a sad, sad day when ashes cover the ground
and I'll be burning till the last sound

It's a sign of the times, it's a fucking wound to the head
Stupidity reasons, the cunt that lets itself be spread
If we don't kill each other, we'll just feast on the corpse
how can we trust when all the truths that separate us are force

Open up and swallow your share of the shit
penalize the good man, and suffer the ones who quit

It's a sad fucking day, and I wanna get out of this line
I'm tired of walking in your stalemate-too-late moment of time
It's a sad day when you're on your knees again
I can look up at the ceiling too, but you won't ever hear him

There's nothing there. There's someone coming. There's nothing there. There's nothing. Nothing.

Underhanded

I'm stressed and I'm tired and I'm old
My life didn't turn out the way it should have
and I guess I'm bitter.

I'm 25 and alone
and I leave a light shining into my room
I guess it's just better.

I'm the fool that I tried so hard not to be
I'm the jerk that I was afraid was how I'm seen
I'm the loser that won a noteworthy lie
I'm an empty heart with little left of a try

And I need to be seen
and I need to be heard
I don't think that I'm bright enough
I don't think that I'm loud enough

Curves

She moves like waves to the shore
my hands around her hips as we entwine
Her eyes like stars tempting a wish
Solace in embrace and we are clouds and rain
The curves of her body take me to roads unknown
Destination and journey juxtaposed in line
Her waves crash into my shore and drown the sand
The old oars float away as she drifts me inward
Riptides and currents pull me near
She moves like wind through the field
Shaking the barley and relieving the sun beaten man
The sweat on his brow quenched by cool kisses from nowhere
The trees and grass play their tune
Whistling an old song that gives life anew
With the curves of her body leading me to roads unknown
My hands slide across her skin
Callouses stop me from feeling her embers
As I melt into a sea of quick undertow
I bring enough to fast remember
Her body is the freedom and air to breath
Her curves take me to roads I fear
Her lips are a spark for a greater fire

The items in my hand

A coin, a rock and a grain of sand
From eyes to look and see in hand
a turn, a glance and smell of skin
from a strong will growing thin

A coin, a rock, and a grain of sand
the begger will choose as is God's plan
To pitch a penny for his food and wine
to fulfill his heart on the last of his nights

An empty hand holds a rock and grain of sand
The stone is cast for he is of fallen band
The rock has hit and left a scar
A simple trade for a wish owned by a star

A full hand lets go of the sand
Washing away what was left of a man
A wish is granted for a wish is free
He drowns in agony because he cannot see

A coin, a rock and a grain of sand
traded for emptiness and poisoned land
to touch him is to taint him apart from his clean
He blinds his eyes and hopes he is not seen

Embers

The embers glisten even in the face of the rain
Smoke conceals what needs to be seen
The gatherer finds what he needs for a flame
The embers glisten even in the face of the rain

The embers spark even on the coldest of days
Empty can only be filled across borders anew
The gatherer has too many embers in his hand
The embers spark even on the coldest of days

The ember has ceased its glow as if to spite the ash
Terrible calm is the reality of dreaming
The gatherers hands are burnt so from touching
The ember has ceased it's glow as if to spite the ash