sorrow is the shift, back and forth
of a tidal wave returning at the bay,
that frost chill that peaks and slides
in the open winter season unrivalled,
the companionship a thunder
erupting like a lovers name
a rune, a pillar in shambles
the backseat that is rejected
shotgun, loaded and imported
'here's to better days
champagne on the house
all around everyone do gather
do spread about to the party'
had a hell of a round
and the bell has yet to call it a stop
a month a year a turn to do wrong
count blessings like I see naked stars
blossoming as innocents burns
incent incense: elated prayers
if the predator has taken your scent
and developed a known attraction
no hunger can be ever faded and that just is not complicated
bound to be untold fortunes buried under the pretense of talking to a friend
what about the here, the now and what then?
the alarm bells are disconnected atop the frame crocked dimes
spare a chance oh guardian angel to those waiting to die
let them peek, a glimpse
to what horrors shan't this curse drive us
smile and count stars
plain to see, I got the message
did not took it to heart
heed the calling accustom
