This I have seen.

I've spent forever crawling through the mud
Under the darkened sky
Under the hopeless eye
I've danced with the wolves mother
I've seen the snake shed it's skin
I have lived and I have loved
I have seen the plague
turn people into objects
I have seen the futures
turn into pasts

I have known the trees since they were little
I have seen their branches reach out
How they grew stronger than I'll ever be
I've seen the shadows thicken
Just to make way for a new dawn
I've seen the mothers
cursing their wrteched spawns

Nightmare

Last night I had a nightmare
I was burning with the brightest of flames
The devil shook my hand and welcomed me in
To the place of deepest of sins
I stood on the edge of unknown
Reached my hand in to the eye of storm
I held in my hand the heart of universe
I staggered by the sheer power of words
Endless night and eternal sleep
That silent void that lures me in

Rock'n' Roll Dreams.

Keep your rock'n'roll dreams.
Keep the sex, the drugs and the rock'n'roll.
Clichés just make me sick.
I never wanted to have any of those things
Just let me have this one thing I can do
The only job I can keep
Only work I know I don't completely suck at.
Let me keep this one thing.
And you can have the rest.
Since everything else is just distractions.
Waste of time and effort.
The by-product of creation.
I just want to create.
And you can keep the eggs.

The Man Who Mistook His Hat For His Life

These things I have gathered
To define who I am
Now seem to define
My complexes
All the things I am not!

For I am not happy
I am not content
I am not satisfied
Until I have more of definitions

This life that I have gathered
This slow poison in my veins
I find it all so tiring
All this plastic is choking me.

Meditational Pull

You attract my mind.
Tickle my tongue like a burn.
You've got me in your meditational pull.
You reel me in.
Like the fish I am.
You've got me in your meditational pull.

Life Is But a Pile of Dirt

I could tell you thousand stories
Mostly lies
But I don't think they would be
worth your time
I could color your world with
all the shades of shame
But colorful or gray
this dirt seems always same

Life is but a pile of dirt
It's under your feet
'til you're buried underneath

I could spend all your money
and waste your health
I could easily hit you
below the belt
I could whistle you tunes
that would make you smile
But joyfull or frowning
You can't help yourself from drowning

Life is but an ocean of grief
Young and happy, you sail
'Till one day the tides will change

I could grow up and behave
Act my own age
But I don't think it would
suite my style
I could easily give up
Let everything just drop
But I think I'll just stick around

Empty Smiles.

I don't need your excuses
I can come up with my own if I need them
You spent your life in the cage
Now it's unlocked and you still take the blame
For what you did and did  not do
It doesn't matter which way you're going to choose
They all lead down to the same old Funeral Blues..
Burning on.
Burning down.
Fear is the fuel for the engine
That keeps you in your daily grind
Accusations & expectations,
Moral high horses and empty smiles.
Another day, another game
You still think you're able to play?
You're on a losing streak and you're the only
One who can not see it
I'll snap your fingers myself,
If you loose this one....
Empty smiles,
Worn out lies.
Parasites
In disguise.
Empty smiles.