Wasting Away! (BcM 11-3-07)
My eyes drop and scratch the pavement, My ears echo with the ringing silence.
Stones thrown through my heart, Past the flesh with not scratch upon them.
Wild fantasies of love & lust fill my thoughts, My mirror returns me home once again.
Yearning, Screaming, Gasping for that place, To find a parking lot over my paradise.
Wicked feelings of anger & rage, I hunt for victims in my cold.
Torture and torment they are my shield and sword, Forever cursing & cleansing the holly ground.
Freedoms hand reaches out, But slaps me in the head again.
Time tocks and ticks and rolls on by, Leaving me wonder when will I just die.
