How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but