10-6-07

  driving down the highway
the shackels of guilt
echoed my soul to be released
I didn't know which
crossroad to choose but
as the sunsets faded down one crossroad;
the other fled to The Damned that
called my name.

  souls crushed as my dreams vanished
into the pain of a tranquility lost
as life consumed my numbness
that was unforgiveable to me.

  gravity took its place
as the Cocain hurt my eyes
and the Alcohol burned
the inside of my heart
to try to drown out the pain
of having to live tomarrow.

  I wish that one day
Angels would cry for me
and a Salvation would
find its way towards my heart
but those are only wishes
blown into the candles
that the wax burned away.

  laughing in the distance I hear
and I try to grab on to it
as it draws me near to
a state of a Euphoria
I begin to dream.

  of green pastures on a plane,
and of Devils and mice dancing together,
of flowers dripping black with prejudice,
and Country Singers getting
famous by the song.

  but these dreams fade quickly
as all of the hope I had expired yesterday
that if I cried a life of
someone else's tears I could become famous
and instead of wishing on my fifteen minutes of fame
I could live a life of "playing the game."

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