Easy to lament Greatness touched and then gone bu… Few taste it at all
I never told you a lie I was honest from the start You knew about my wife You knew who I was You accepted the facts
Passions pit perfervid. Smoking cinders, and coals endure petulantly past their prime. Blisters and puss
There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
What are you selling Everybody is That thing that you have That’s icing and fizz Every encounter
Driven too long with out coolant With out lubricant, my wife Blew the head gasket on the old Buick century. Now lifeless on the flatbed. Wait…
It’s been 14 years Since we’ve spoken 14 years In which I’ve tried to Bury my regrets
One year ago We were nearly lovers One year ago The closest of friends One year ago
I want you Out of my head Out of my heart I want your memory To leave me be
Nothing to see in your Reflection The only life you possess Is what you Devour
Why won’t it go away This feeling of emptiness That you left in your wake I keep hoping I will get over you It took so little to ensnare you…
Hope is so elusive It just won’t come near Hopelessness and foolishness Grasping to things that just aren’… I can’t seem to find freedom
Little I can do Now that I have injured you I must disgust you
To have kept you Would have cost me Nothing To have lost you
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.