rusty nails...

like rusty nails
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests

wanderin’ the wastelands
of times erased by desert sands
ain’t nothin’ never for free
hope now a tarnished memory
walkin’ those lonesome streets
of my heart’s ghost town
lost love now satan bound
empty but for the
tumblin’ tumbleweeds
the devil’s seeds
silent but for the ragin’ screams
of my dyin’ dreams

 like rusty nails

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the keep...

the blinding edge of reality

suffers not the me of me

when darkness wraps my heart in love's eternity

and ravens black in forests deep

bemuse themselves in sorrow's keep

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.....sometimes.....

sometimes in my sleepless dreams
i clutch at you then lose my grip
and wonder where it is
your heart has skipped
somewhere in my sleepless dreams

sometimes in my sleeping life
i look at you then lose my sight
and wonder why it is
your heart has taken flight
somewhere in my sleeping life

and sometimes in the me of me
i think of you then drop the key
and wonder where it fell
our love now gone to hell
somewhere in the me of me

sometimes
somewhere

i
still
clutch
at you
look
at you
think
of you
and

wonder

some

times

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