The Drunk's blog: "Writing"

Copyright me, 2006. ------------------- It's a pretty place to be, But not a safe place to live. Daytime activities pervaded, With the nighttime's kind of friends. It's a coat of black paint, Is it the sky or the sea? We could get real high, Yeah and then we'll dive real deep. We'll open up your mind, With a prybar. We'll show you the light, With a shotgun, And a guitar. The nightmares will take flight, Hatched from the best dreams. All the fakest smiles, All the gorgeous scenes. Your nightmares will take flight, On the wings you gave away. Burning angels we are, Singed from life betrayed. We'll open up your mind, With a prybar. We'll show you the light, With a shotgun, And a guitar. We'll give you the world, But just a taste. And when it starts to burn, Is when you'll give it away. Yeah it's a pretty place to be. Right on the edge of eternity.

Copyright ME assholes! 2006 ---------------- The patience gone, Absence too long. But the charade, The face was held tight. Can't see eyes through, Should have known. Can't hear words true, Silence grown. Spit the lies, I'll be ignorant, You be full of shit. I'd never know, Never allow it to settle. I know how the game goes, I've seen the players change. I've seen the lid blown off, I know what's underneath. Hollowed yourself out. Fill it up with anything, Anything that feels right. For just a few minutes, Just for tonight. Stir the pot, Just one more time. Keep truth transparent. Sleeping rock bottom. Lies breathe easy, Your words are thick, Hard to take in. I might choke, To know it all. A necessary trial, A separation of body from mind. One may kill the other, Leave the split behind. I know how the game goes, I've seen the players change. I've seen the lid blown off, I know what's underneath. Hollowed yourself out. Fill it up with anything, Anything that feels right. For just a few minutes, Just for tonight. The inconvenience, The space I have become. I hope your globe breaks, Watch the snow fall. Make an angel. You could never be one.