Grateful
You out there! Yeah you!
You are absolutely the most magnificent you
There is out here! No B.S.!
The stars shine just a little brighter,
Birds sing a little sweeter all because of you.
So much laughter, many smiles have brought
Us through the pain.
Thank you for being here, for just listening not judging and putting up with this old crones pitty parties.
Keep holding your heads up high for there are none better than this group right here!
VYXYN
Self-Decay
Walking through the streets of notoriety and consequence.
Looking for something that cannot be found.
An unending search through darkened alleys and streets.
Fog rising from the River Thames. From the Mississippi.
From the Kentucky.
"pass me that please." and lets see if this will go away.
Contemplating Rimbaud and Ginsberg and Superman and Christ.
"look at me please." and lets see if this will go away.
Running through the back roads of some obscure place.
Time passing. Needle thin and alone. Amongst the crowd.
Head hanging. Cheeks hollow. Hungry and thirsting for
Something that cannot be found.
Open the bottle and look inside. A memory from some far off place.
"kiss me please." and lets see if this will go away.
Fog rising from the Seine. An empty bench in Monte-Ville.
Find something. Give me anything. A sign.
A moment of clarity. A deep breath. Anything God.
Looking out over a world. No understanding of space or time.
Numb. Cold and frightened. Dirty sheets. Dirty room.
Bloodstained and bruised. Fighting tears.
"look at me please." this won't go away.
Pools of brown. Golden brown. Dark skinned and beautiful.
Hollow eyed and unnerved. Shaking. Time doesn't matter here.
Can't move. Can't feel. Held down by mistakes and mishaps.
Bad decisions. None of that can matter now.
"let me hold you, please." Streaming tears. Dirty faced.
Guilty and unsure. "take my hand, please."
Against the world. Look out over the water.
Shimmering and black.
Starry night.
Leopold and Loeb. Twinning.
Same emotion. Same pain. Same Blockade.
Same goal.
Running wildly through the night.
Paths of self-decay. Self-hatred.
"Destroy me please, before its to late."
"Look at me I'm here" Right here.
Nowhere to go. But here.
Nowhere to go but you. Home.
Leave now, abrupt and theatrical.
Looking down at a pristine shell
Snow White and the poisoned apple.
"Come back to me, please." and lets see if this will go away