Off The Chest

Snuff the candle in your head; I think you’ve had enough to say
You want my damned soul stretched and ploughed
Cursing the plan that you really can’t stand
The thought of us going through life hand in hand

Took the occasion to sort out our trouble
Decided to chance it and made it out double
An affair of despair left our love levee breaking
Slaves in the making, our hearts torn and aching

My mind split wide open; brains spilt on the floor
You vanish from view, my lost angel whore
Release tired efforts and the shadows of trust
Segregate/Separate affection – a must

A farewell celebration, invite all our pain
We’ll howl at the moon in the night’s pouring rain
Below empty streetlights so hollow they shine
As the sorrow frosts over our window of time

In the overwhelmed solace, earth covered in white
Then the snows of our yesteryears melt from our sight
And become what was once such a cryptic disguise
Mask the seasick endeavor, the corrupt enterprise

‘Twas all lies – the charade, the insane games we played
The art beyond bondage and the chains that we made
The curse that we now know we’ll never be free
The loss of commitment that leaves us bereaved

Belief in faith fails me; forsaken my hope
At the end of my rope, but I’m trying to cope
Intrigued by delusion, persecution inquires
What cures this misfortune and lifts mere men higher?

City Of Broken Dreams

Consumed by stuttered drabbbness
In the city of broken dreams
Merge with the utter hapless
Become unravelled at the seams

In stride with worn and pitiful
Fictitious pairs of shoes
Holes swallow my indifference
Tattoo inks me “Born to Lose”

I wander in the humdrum
Contemplating city schemes
It’s a wrongful plague on pilgrims
This damn state of broken dreams

City says that it’s seen plenty
I would say I’m barely seen
As the crow flies four and twenty
I walk the streets of broken dreams

Christ can’t save this wretched Sodom
Christ can’t hear in-sin-seared pleas
Christ can’t win ‘cause in the end
We’d all just kill the man again

The city sun has burned to blackout
I burn candles in my head
This city leaves no room for doubting
That true love is truly dead

Street signs suggest subtle suicide
Alleyways form hostile spaces
Misplaced names and withdrawn faces
End of ropes and no more aces

Apathetic streetlights mock me
Illuminate my story well
Spawned from Angel and his Mentor
Just before the angel fell

City splendor fades so quickly
Once my future, now my past
Dreams that promise dreams can come true
Turn to dreams that never last

Beneath the broken neon moonlight
Scream the silent walking dead
Harken cries of desperation
Harken hopelessness ahead

Stumble down the rain soaked cobble
In the city of broken dreams
Vanish all of my tomorrows
Vanish all the pretty things.