wanna see the sky
just one last time, driving for miles to escape crstal skylines; Bloody dripping fluidity portrays my missing
memories in a sunset. i remember the futility of trying to express, many pieces gathered for you to still attest, to nothing. Whose the best? One last time the trumpet sounds the battle cry raised; we are here to be molded and brazed in a shiny molten real. What is it then and how do i feel , when i give my all you find the need to steal , or the desire so strong that with ardor and zeal you break and take that which ,i feel, is true and powerful……..

small bits of glory shed still in the sand
small seeds of worry grow deep in the man
i wish that it werent so; but sure that i can
somehow someday forget you.

So now destroyer, how do you feel?
now that youve tasted the blood of the kill
does it remind you of what once was real?
in the sunset of whats now gone.

Now with another do you feel better?
does his love make your heart unfettered?
Does he even write you silly love letters;
Well i did.

All i was, i once put in you
all i had and still youre not through
sometimes its not simply that which we do
that aches deep inside
at night.

Im still here and youre far away
these little games life likes to play
just for a moment i loved it that way
l;ost inside a dream.

You want it pretty or so it seems
broken in verses rhymes and dreams
one i can make and one it just seems
eludes me, still im lonely.