letmerun

The next to empty train Roars through the mist of dawn As it passes the lakes and elves The dark and mystic pines -forests that once told of horrors To keep the ones like me From crossing the line- This box, this crate A testament of the modern man To whom which it serves Is somewhat of a time traveller When it breezes the land That years have made its own And yet there are scenes from my window That I know are proofs Of exceptions to the rule that reads, "time will take its toll" All the brooks and oaks And even more so Every bolder and stone Convinces my heart and soul That I need not be marred and scorned Broken and t

I didn't want to write Cause when its in print When its in ink I can't erase the words that I forced down On dirty pages that I've kept For the soul reason of keeping My thoughts from crawling out of my mouth With soar eyes Fixating on the lines Memorizing your lies Like pulling teeth you pulled yourself out my chest and now with every cognition that even remotely features you is a sea of salt that pours into the wound But I walked with cuts and scars before And I've run away from the edge and the grind But sooner or later I've felt the guard Making the blade finally take a halt The holes in my back Never did help me breat

I've run with haste into the thistle I've gone from the start to the end And skipped the middle, I've proceeded blindly in devoid of wit I leaped o'er the fence into the paddock And found it full of shit, I've fallen for lust and grace And whilst idle, drunk, and still It's all simply washed away, My vessels built for calm seas It handles nothing more than swell And prefers the quiet soothing breeze, In a sudden and heavy pour The serious and sobering rains came And stranded me on this desolate shore, Miles to the east and miles to the west Two ways for me to wander And I've no idea which is best, Indecision is in my nature

Remember the days when your step was light and your head among the lightly scattered clouds in the sky For a short time -thought to might have lasted an eternity- her hand was yours to hold and her lips were yours to kiss your embrace to her you gave during moonlights time as you lay But as the morning fog fades when the sun ascends did her affection wither when her head and heart revived the scent of flowers past Damn the seeds that grew and damn the sweet nectar that the blossoms grew Cause now your room your bed your clothes your doodles your thoughts your literacy It's all littered with the peddles of her memory

Walking down a night road, My head hanging low. Drunk off my ass, From all The cheap wine, That I had bummed. Where do I go, To find what I don't know? Where do I look, To see what I haven't been looking for? Keep my head down low, To keep it from crashing to the floor. Keep my feet on the ground, Like paper stapled down. Down, down, down we go. Lets trace the bottom, with our fingers. And grind our teeth, As paper cuts fill our eyes with tears.

We do different things on sunny days We do different things on rainy days We cant repeat the same shit again Cause we'd go insane. We seem to try so hard To get out of our day in day out loops We become electrical relays Tuning out and tuning in Filtering everything we reckon. Pull the covers over your head Tear all your garments from your body Break out into inevitable madness Cause the wheel won't stop spinning. Fixate on the street lights Your guide to your destination Fade out to forget the fleeting stories Read em out loud to distract Scream if you hear the train a comin. Lock our selves out or lock our selves in Doesn

If I could melt her down I would find a knife Strung through the heart She has tried to forget Tried to live her life We tried once And we tried twice She said she cut it out She said she was fine That now we could all move on If I could melt her down I would find her pearly whites Hanging upside down She said she was turned around She said she was just fine We tried to believe And we tried to see But the words she wrote screamed And the words she spoke deceived How could we believe Now we could see Her shell was stained black Not white as she wished But if we could melt her down All we would find is gold

Conversations – as empty as the glasses they're done drinking. Clinking breaks the silence as more sedatives of life are refilled and spilled, pouring out stains on your neighbours teeth and jeans. I think to myself that you're a Babylon's puppet, trapped inside a bottle; you're a mantel piece in the abode of Tragedy.                                          . Her nails drum on your glass, laughing as waves of sound crack your ears. You are played by her fingers, turning you into the fish you tortured through fish tank walls so many years ago. Tragedy shakes and plays with your world and you believe that the bruises and breaks are the