That haunted place

That haunted place

that chases time into restraint

that calls to dark spurs

come play below the gallows

explore my empty chambers

that haunted place

is where I wait

Waiting for a ride

The journey ahead holds many casualties

waiting for the fork in the road to claim them

it's there where my ride begins

Swift Moments

Fate waves a heavy hand

changing our destiny

in swift moments

unforeseen

until they've arrived

unchangeable

forever after

Spirits Fly

She was set to let her spirits fly

giving wings to her dreams

letting them soar and die

Straight and Narrow

We picked Tony as the leader of our reform group

becuase he was such an easy going guy. We thought

that everything was going to be cool. Wrong we were.

We never counted on the thing going to his head.

Demands, demands, demands....

He thought he was president or something

The biggest problem was every Tuesday

when we had our meetings

the whole thing would be such a mess.

Tony would start off with his usual speech

about how he was going to help us all reform

get us to walk the straight and narrow

of course all we could do was laugh

he'd get pissed off

but he was boring and we couldn't help ourselves

our little conversations on the side

turned our meetings into social gatherings

we'd start eating, drinking, and smoking

until one day we noticed Tony on the ground

it took a while to get the gaurds to come around

and haul him off to the crematory

Commentaries Unknown

Boxes seen outside, next to garbage dumbsters.

Boxes filled tinted gold coins, with a sun setting somewhere

big house or something more

or something strange

three staircases

one not to be used

it's saved for show, or something like that

broken banisters

a cripple wobbling near the edge of disaster

three stories and cauldrins

boiling substances

in great fireplaces

dusty light

afternoon haze from nowhere

no windows to be found

a musk in the air

a presence floating around

with hollow ringing voice

making commentaries unknown

Death Toll

Yes, just another story of hate

and to look for a cause we would probably

have to start at the beginning

but most of that is lost or forgotten

so, let's just pick up on the story

where it stands now...

It's the beginning of the day

the middle to many others

and the realization comes

that this happens quite often

and the familiar faces were seen

and the names remembered that went with them

and the man in charge was doing

what he was told was important

and his peers were all now named subordinate

and the leader hollered and barked

directions and directives

yet he still kept his followers in the dark

and he reigned in the day

and relaxed at night

control through opression

motivation sprang from the hate it brought

the death toll was the cost