The only something is turmoil and nausea
Escape your lifeless cacti
All sharp needles left rusting

Worn Down- by: unknown forgotten

It's cold and wet outside
Everything is sticky with dew and frightful to the touch
Low fog flows eerily in from the coast
So looming you can taste it's salt,
Not to mention the dead sailors it's captured over the years
The poor bastards

I'm drinking whiskey from a glass so chipped it could cut you on any sip
But that's of no matter
There's too much blood in my mouth already to encompass the bourbon from it's excellence

Cars drive by ever so slowly to avoid the police
They've been scanning the area lately,
"Smacking" down on crime,
Whatever that means.

Then ever once in a while there'll be a fellow that skims a curb
Or grazes the mirror of a parked car they pass
Fucking drunkards, you can see it coming a mile away
The headlights they emit cast an immediate notion of distrust.
Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me,
Maybe it's just the whiskey talking,
Probably, I don't know.
I couldn't tell you the difference it I tried, even if I was sober.
Maybe I'm just paranoid.
But it's been like this for awhile now.
Ever since my Lady Doll was taken from me...
My Dear... why did you leave me...?

A Child's Brain- by: unknown forgotten

So is the same when
your eyes dry out from
solemn whiskey nights

Drowned out on the porch
smoking cigarettes and
listening to the jukebox

How far can we run baby,
how far can we go?
Until love takes over control?

The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: They do not fall a little; They crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine.
-Steinbeck

My Friend Glad- by: unknown forgotten

Stand aside Lad, and listen to my mumblings
They start with a story about a young boy named Glad
Now child, don't be confused, Glad was just his name,
That damned little boy was cursed from day one
Lil' Glad was ceaselessly sad to no avail and no end
And that's the story of the poor lil' bastard
From when he was born to when he was dead

You Don't Listen- by: unknown forgotten

And Death is near
He's eating dinner inside the soul across the table
There will be no dessert tonight

Don't tell me after that you didn't know
And certainly don't tell me that you didn't believe it was true
You don't have to, because that's why I told you first

And Yet- by: unknown forgotten

The heart taker
Flesh and all
Dancing bourbon glass on damp grass
Falling leaves and pleasant dreams
Bottles of wine crashing down and splashing
Rampant run reminders of inconsistent memories

I change my mind in a moment and a flash
Decide to run, turn to stop, but merely walk past
Inconclusive and too much stress
When do I get to relax in this mess?

Not so much a mess
More so a test
Able ability or floundering flop
Can I hold up, do I have what it's got?

I've got what it's got
I've got so much, I've got alot
It's over my brow and I'm searching for air
But not enough to worry exactly quite just yet

There's too much good stuff holding me up
Twisting me around in a rather pleasant doll toss
And yet, and yet, and yet
There something I just can't
Something I can't forget
And yet, and yet, something I'll always regret

All I ask is my simple request
Leave me on my own tonight

Life in My Lifetime- by: unknown forgotten

"Talk," says the brick
And "Listen," says the sandman
"Tell us that the water is the wake the washes us,
Because watching makes no sense."

Battered and blown
Time forcing one into the other
Wasting precious time standing alone
It's all and above until we're straight to the ground
Washed away into the Pacific
Destroyed and more at the end of times

Forgotten immunity,
Fucking wasn't ever there
I'm facing face first to the ground
To the grave I've dug
Rip my hair out to retrieve me
And tell me that your lover is Life.

I'm dying for the end of it all
You're standing for eternity
Remind me there's a chance it won't end in my lifetime.

Though unbeknownst
I'm dead already
Hammering on an anvil relentlessly
To believe that life is worth more than dieing
And by dieing, I mean the end of the earth
All honesty put forth
Who can deny the end of the earth
Who can deny the end of such fruitful life.
I'm desperately waiting for Heaven and it's eternity.

I'm not sorry your own self-concious has kept you from coming back
But you should be crying for redemption because you've floundered so far
As it is, your heart is withered like a witch and you should be burnt
Turn around darling, there's much more to you than all this hurt

Headless Horseman- unknown forgotten

If I were stronger,
I would put so much fear into my truth
That no one would speak to me ever again
I would be fulfilled, triumphant
I would lie to rest at ease

But I am weak,
And bite my own tongue right off
I take harsh words and dig them in
Softening their blow by grasping them tighter
Failing under grace
And sleeping uneasy

Not because I have to
But because it's who I am

Scorching Earth- by: unknown forgotten

Where do we find wisdom?
Where do we find truth behind silent shoulders?
Treacherous words muttered under breathe,
Yet clearly heard in the ears of those knowing nothing but the less?
Where is decency among friends?
What makes friends shatter into acquaintances?
And contempt, the worst of them all, where is it born?
And how does it die?
How can it be killed without bloodshed?

We're sick
We're all dieing
And I all but cry every time I think about it
Yet the facts alone are insufficient
As I down another drink over the disease inside my blood
not even I can control my anger towards the seemingly unobtainable
The easy life, it's out there nearby
Think deep, think hard now
You, I, We don't want to know how to get there
We are much too evil to understand our own company along the path
Let us sleep easy in should be tearful agony
Dreaming of the oasis in the desert
Where we truly belong

We belong in the oasis
But in the desert we deserve to die