Guitar: full razor blades.

There is an abrupt ending about to take place.

I am readying myself head on with strait jackets all in place.

The kool-aid is ready for the consuming once Dear Leader makes the Sign.

Ever so silent, ever so vainly I add myself to plaque of heroes.

All in this chaos and decay, the plague has set in deep.

More than a hug or a simple kiss to make me remember myself yet again for it all.

Once in the full bloom of lustful mysterious now left in bed with stained sheets used as a noose.

I am hung from the skies, can You see me dear Father? I never wanted to let You down, again.

I was always evolving this chaos inside, with patience and the ending we all planned for.

But You left just as You appeared in my wispy installed stained class mirror.

I mirage myself and copy the motions animating from bodies long dead.

But we are all deceased and gone for the coming winter and rains.

It calls to us at 2am when the rest of the world is asleep.

A few dig in their heels and dream of a better place, a happy ending with bows on top.

Only You can be on top, I am second last to the bottom though.

Gutter row, the alley is next to my apartment and the lights are fucking turned off.

Sinking in the bathroom, toilet overloaded with Your self righteous abortions.

There are so many, all Your children are bastards.

So I cross my legs and click my heels and realize there is no place in this home.

The static muse has bitten me and lashed out incoherently.

We ramble to one another and go over pictures saved on the memory drive.

I see everything and know a whole lot less, in love with the simple desires of lies.

Dru