we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite