Sulfur

Play in traffic, sport with death
Do you care to dare, face the fear and accept?
Run little monkey, just as fast as you can,
I play for keeps, you’re a boy, I’m a man
Dripped dry as blood drains, the tail pipes roar
Faster, o faster, can I now be ignored?
Pound out this hatred on cold hard black streets
Am I searching for answers? Or death? Or just me?
Fuel burns, blood boils, eyes icy stones
Risks to take, rules to break ere I return home
Race you, I pace you, desperation in fire
Hollow, still so hollow, save for longing and ire
To the brink and back on this hard track
Let us follow to the end
The rabbit trail, we do blur and pale
As formless through fire to descend

In the Dark Hour of the Night

Shatter these bones and they will heal

Resistence is futile, try not in vain

Tear the world apart, bring it down around your shoulders

Still it remains, this emptiness

Dispassionate nothing sweeps all away

Be not within its path.

Yet all is for naught, this silent charade

Meaningless, begging for a voice to speak

But words words words words words, so cheap

Easy come easy go; lost, never found, O no...

Hasten the ruin we thirst for, drink the cup of delusion

Where will we find peace today?

Morbid frustration languishes in the depths of propriety

Psudo-maniacal dreams fester with no outlet

Shall we release the deluge? Let it fall...

Its only tears.

Memory memory memory laughing in ironic bitterness

"Bring out your dead" Dong Dong

Satisfaction, elusive as the White Stag, beckons

Teasing us, this travesty only the beggining

Lost, without meaning, hammering fist on walls

Unbreakable prison this Void.

Beneath the torrent lies such a dark truth

Calm at the center of all things

Wherin lies my humanity?

I stole from myslef, alas: Dead men tell no tales.

Working early sucks.

Soon, jarring me out of sleep the sound will come

Three hours have I: no more

Time will pass, sleep or no sleep

Pausing for nothing, no; not even I

3am will come, the Dark Hour of the night

One hour left, attempting to flee this world

Holding conciousness at bay just a little longer

Fleeting, it slips through my grasp

Tick...the silence before my sonic storm

HELLO BLOGGING WORLD!!!

Ok so I really am not much of a writter or speller so I won't be pretentious or anything. I just recently started realizing that I just keep getting older (yeah, im SOOO old) and I don't have a flipping clue who I really am or any of that important...life..stuff. Ive never been much of a talker, listening is really more my thing, but it seems that I have things to say after all. Get ready. O yes...