yeah..
over here.
I'm the one left
standing in shadows
by myself
once again..
all I got left
is the shoes on my feet
some cheap whine
on my breath
the stench of decay
and moral corruption
looking for words
that prey..
I've got what you need
the words I type
might make you bleed
targetted marketing
audience with a bright
neon sign
hey looky over here
trying easy to rhyme
spelling misgiven
tossed and lossed
to some other time
got no pretentious
mannerisms or beautiful
jewelry..no education
just the barest
glimpse inside the door..
once they say
1965
it opened once
but no one answered
it was only a number
we had feet of clay
everthing was possible
or so they say..
1985
I was locked away
I went too far
inside myself
and scared sanity
the feathers of reason
brought kinda harsh seasons
and I didn't know what else
to say..