If your'e just staring at your walls
Then this one is for you

Divine Debauchery- by: unknown forgotten

I almost dreamed a dream for me
It didn't end up as I thought it would be
A classic portrayal of life being as it seems
But it ended up filled with ghosts
Those dead bastards, creeping their way up from hell
Their stoic heads turning slowly and looking around
I stood up an oblivious fool then fell down too

Now don't take my remarks, seek your own
when your dead friends come back and tell you earnestly what to do
I cracked my shoulder leaning on a wall carved out of stone
Then the wall cracked and my shoulder fell through

I landed in your shoes, they surely didn't fit
Nothing next to the vines growing on them were kept cool
Limb by limb I slipped through the cracks
They gasped and whisped like your heavily grasped breath whilst you sleep

I slipped through when I wasn't even meant to
And now I answer to the Dark Lord
Not to say I listen, what a weasely bitch
He must be blind, for he hasn't noticed my white cloak
I am exempt

White Barrel Roll- by: unknown forgotten

Where is the rest of my life tonight?
I'm standing lonesome, jobless, tired
Not knowing how to get it all out
When did I lose my sincerity for being outright?
And if that ain't enough
My bottle of bourbon is treating me rough
How can I be the only one whose time is come and gone
When I was prepared long before this was ever even thought
Such a shame, tastes like sour milk and sentiment
There's rough skies above and jagged roads ahead
Keep me in mind when I dare down those paths
My skin crawls at what I see below
I can only try to contrive thoughts into words
The valley I enter is of Fear and Danger
I'm sure I will relate back when I make it out of this mess
And dear Lord, keep me blessed...

Icy Sand Over Shore- by: unknown forgotten

The high pitch squealing of the old pounding hydraulic sounds
Such a train crushing forth
Drowning out the sound of my enemies walking

Footstep on yet another
Crushing snow atop loose sand
"Crunch, and Crunch," went the desolate land

There was a bitch that had claws beyond means
And enough of the tides washed open shores
To leave entry for anybody

So you grasp but the last of your diminishing glass
All to forgo whatever you may have had planned
The swirling heat twisting down you chest
Is more of a mistake than what you would have guessed

And as the drowning of intoxication comes frowning
You'll cry until your heart stops it's beating
And the last of life's gasping