I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
