Clouded eyes Smoke inside of my eyes. It Cloaks what you hide. An innocent Flower do I perceive. If deception is your weapon, than your hear to slay me..Save yourself the grief and please don’t walk away. I’m down on my knees I beg.Because if your gone what’s left of me. I can’t go on without youso please. Drugsinside of my blood hidethis thing so very dearto me. I call it “good old sanity”Where have you gone? I can’t find you right next to me. So, please don’t go away.I’m down on my knees, I beg!If your gone, what’s leftof me? I can’t goon without you. So, please. I’m sinkingin this sand, my hand is almost buried.For some reason concernedwith what I’m wearing.If I could just take it all back,give it up,right now!I guess I can’tand I won’t.It’s like smokeinside of my eyes,it’s like smoke.

redyou’re red, i’m in between

around you i feel everythingbut its just a dream

redred like blood, red like the wine

we drank red like loveinto a cave i’m fa l l i n g i n

still you try and pretend that all along we’ve just been good friends

then why do i feel your skinnow close your eyes and open them

whose your friend? by your side its me again and i’m red

red like blood red like the wine

we drank, i’m red like love

into a cave i’m falling instill you try and pretend

that all along we’ve just been good friends then why do i feel your skin

close your eyes now open them

who by your side has always been

its me and i’m red, red

like blood red like

the wine we drank

i’m red like love

This Old WorldThis old world, she is a big girl.

Made it this far all alone. In the middle she’s molten, outside

she has dried to stone. She can take care of herself. This old girl, she’s suffocated, frustrated

doesn’t want you to name her days., or tell her who or when or what to lay. She can take care of herself. This old girl, she doesn’t need you around.

Doesn’t want you to name her days or tell her who or when or what to lay.

Broken RecordQuiet as a mouse, she can feel a let down. More real than this old house,

than the weight of all the gold in the world. Alone she puts her record on, it still skipsin her favorite song. Waited up until dawn he never pulled in, maybe when he does be

different, broken. She heard the sound that this hurt made. Deep inside this house like a bone break.

She didn’t want to wait for him to come. Looked inside the mirror and said “How could youtreat me so wrong.” She’s not going to work it out this time. She puts her lip stick on and says

“Man your going to miss me when I’m gone.” Quiet as a mouse he walks in with the lights out. Tries to hide the whiskey on his breath and makes his way to where she lays her head. Alone he looks the

whole house through and finds a record skipping stuck on “Way Down”. He’s too late now and he can’t go back so

he sits in the dark and wonder why it’s all black. He says “I hear the sound that this hurt made.” Deep

inside this house like a heart break. She didn’t want to wait for him to come home. looked

inside the mirror and said “Man how could you treat me so

wrong.”She’s not going to work it out this time. She puts her lipstick

on and says man your going to miss me when

I’m gone. Because I’m gone for

good this time.

AnyoneHe started out afraid of the dark, in a cavewhere he’d lay. He found a spark, this sparkone day would make the world a burning star. He wants to teach his words to every son,with a stone or a sword. So, born was this childcalled War. Well, I don’t want to fight ,but I’m not going to hide. Why cant we talk?Why can’t we listen? There is no point now. I can see that’s why your missing out. And the wise all cried, “...we have our feed and some warmth,why would we need more? Please don’t try and make us like yours.”But one of he with his scores and his hoards and his whores, they lit the land like a torch. And again born was this child called War. Well, I don’t want to fight, but I’m not going to hide!Why can’t we talk? Why can’t we listen? There’s no point now. I can see that’s why your missing out. No I don’t want to fight, but I’m not going to hide! Why can’t we talk? Why can’t we listen? There’s no point now, can see that's why you missing out.

Vices Trying to dream today, the scent of a man with no nose lingered my way. What is the price he paid to die on the street with no one who cares his name? His hands are cracked, cold and dry. He hasn’t washed since this long hard life began. He ran, pushed past sanity, can’t stand the vanity,the shame. Pays with pennies to erase the pain. I’d like to believe he was a child. In his Mothers eyes long gone I’d surmise. And his innocence turned. It should suffice to say he never earned what fate gave. Men in robes with white apples walk his roads, hold canes and crosses paying with what others owe. To stop and take and bathe these open sores might save their own sour souls. Advantage is often disenchanted, a gift taken for granted, candid speaks of being affected. Inside hiding what the effect is. “Well now I expect this.” Makes it easy to believe he was a child, in his Mothers eyes, long gone I’d surmise. And his innocence turned, it should suffice to say he never earned what fate gave. The bridges he burned were never this tall, nor the lines on his hands so weak from the years of assault. So he hangs, just waiting to fly.The bridges he burned were never this tall.

Fuel and Fire I’m the fuel and you’re the fire, wrapped in a little black coat of desire. Now take it off and

hang it on the wall, fall deep inside, let’s see what you have to hide. I’m the fool and you grow tired. It’s too late to try and treat this mess. Wish to sweep you up and dust

you off. Distressed you call out on your wire. Who holds the match to ignite your fire? When times get rough I’d hope that either would call. Then

we’ll meet up, but when we talk we touch. Why don’t you come in. Have a drink I’ll smoke, your smoking? Beneath this cloak

who could pretend we should just go away. I’m the fuel and you’re the fire wrapped in a little black coat of

desire. Now take it off and come lay with me. I guess we’ll see? When times get rough

I’d hope that neither would stop Then we’ll build this thing up.

Please just don’t let it drop. Why

don’t you come

in?

For MicaHe’ll find his own business one day so far away. He can’t make a decision without one thousand revisions. Impulse acts but is instinctively shut down. And later on his frown, why he didn’t say yesterday to the girl that she should stay with him for a while, walk for a mile, drink up a cup of coffee, he’d be making her smile, while looking into his glass, half full a replication of his emptiness.. His stress level increases and decreases his cause, his thesis Statement is lost. Then in the end it is found at the end of his round, and all he can say is “I miss the bliss of not having this, when I could wake in the morning, take a kiss without warning, then she didn’t care, feelings raw and bare, but not anymore. One always on the other side of the door.” So he sits with his knees to the floor, praying, saying “Help me father. My water seems to be contaminated! Too late I already drank it and sank into the back row. Without a chance to know this feeling its reeling and stealing my soul away. It’s surely going to bring me to my grave.” He wonders whenever he ponders his pawn existence, his resistance to the insistence of consistent intervention from others with no intention to mention their resentment to him. And skew his thoughts until there lost so deep within a book no matter how hard anyone could look and see, the truth could never be found. Bound, hard back and crowned unseeable for children so believable. When all he wrote in his note to anecdote his low was -I seem to be consumed with all the things I don’t need to be confused with, chasing pacing steps towards this retracing mess, it’s just a game of chess I guess- and once more with his knees to the floor and his hand held high he says “God why? Help me father my water seems to be ,Too late I already drank it and sank into the back row without a chance to know this feeling it’s reeling and stealing my soul away. It’s surely going to bring me to my grave.

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Quando fervens sol descessit nec calore prada pascitMox estendis lumen purem micans micans per obscurem

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