0. fire-tide, been rising for a long time like the thought of you whenever im feeling down and man i dont know what its gonna take to break this frown but i dont plan on smiling anyhow. my friends breathe with whispers in my head and leave me feeling like theres something im missing something so unusually close to death. but baby, if it comes down to you and me i know its going to end up only me and maybe i dont think so well on all the things youve said but plan on hearing lonely times riniging at the door while you lay down alone in bed so dont think of me in any way and anyway i wont think of you forget the times and memories return my keys and leave i wont be thinking of you. 1. lifes extension seems to be a rude predicament with many lanes of traffic, all of which are heading for me. and joys demise is held in dark brown eyes staring in the mirror and watching rolling glowing tears. but sad is true and you are new and all i have is overrun by time and habit where my life was played for you. and space is everywhere, above with and all thats inbetween my tongue rambles on in hopeless fury but still i cant help but feel you. 2. base and bits of words from silent lips and flaking tears falling dry from eyes that once were mine my mind is filled with you morning papers read the same, all that seems to change are the dead men's names all problems sold to tabloids to men who hope to move just one more edition, to ears that just wont listen. clouds pass by like viruses and cast their shadows on the streets filled with people youll never know and faces youll always see. but life seems merry and a bit of fun to the bottles and their bums which they lead around with wandering eyes when whiskey's breath breathes them lies. rain comes falling silver like bullets and blame to make each one believe theyre all the man they used to be, and not the reason for their streets. 3. how are you to express the dispassionate disdain and quiet callousness that populates the soul when you find yourself abjectly staring off at absolutely nothing for hours each afternoon? is it possible to express in words the way you do not cry because you can feel that all your tears turn within and follow your silent min in dripping painfully and somehow gracefully down inside you? the way those uncried tears collect in your shoes and you begin to feel as though you are walking on gently flowing water. and you are surprised when you walk because your sneakers do not "squish". then you look down and remember that its all inside; you want to escape. there are a thousand people around you and thousand things happening all at once, and you are confined to your 5'11'' 192 lb. prison cell; with bars of bone and an advance toiletry system. your body becomes the gate guard, feeding you and caring for you just enough to keep you alive, but youre still alone. then you realize that all you have to do is finish the gateguard, which far easier than waiting for his watch, his life, to end. end his shift. but no, of all the prison cells you see dancing around you, their melodramatic grace might turn to the same listless stupor that you are caught up in if you choose to end it now. and how? by some invisible mostly-pain-bearing principle they gleefully smile and proclaim "the glory of emotion". the gory of emotion; with slit wrists and noosed necks we all grin and die; with blue faces and dripping red fingers we all cut and tie.
