It hits me every now and then, the thought of you and my dream
my delusions that where so probable
and then you vanished like a rumor like a secret that was never repeated
I never felt like this not with so little effort
you should feel at least the void
In a big Casino/Hotel in any of these modern Sin Cities A Bell-Boy is walking down a hallway only to come face to face with an inebriated guest who was tumbling down the corridor trying to hold on to his cowboy hat. Filled with nerves the young man's only instinct was to follow procedure and cordially conversate with the guest who was in front of him.
- Young Bell Boy: Are you enjoying your stay? (in a shaky manner)
-Guest: YES I'M ENJOYING MYSELF!! I'M ON A ROAD TRIP WITH MY CLOSEST FRIENDS DRINKING LIKE NEVER BEFORE, HAVING DRUG FUELED ORGIES WITH UNKOWN HOOKERS OF SEVERAL ETHNITICITIES AND GENRES, or what are you saying that i am only engaging in this type of activity to overcompensate for my lack of social life and acceptance or maybe you think I have some sort of repressed emotions from my childhood that can only manifested themselves in this anti-moral power trip that will only end in my further disassociation from society?
-Bell-Boy: Was.. was that yes?
Who knows why?
who knows when?
who knows how?
but it will be, it may be happening now
maybe it's that tube you can't let go
or that creep outside your door
but be sure, it will be
who's to make that call? and you think you're in control.
I was somewhere that was supposed to be school but there where bars everywhere and it felt like I was trapped and also nasty stuff was going on. Some friends of mine where there specially one of my friends from school, he had a band and they were playing music in one the rooms ,she was there looking angelical and of course being the object of my obsession, somebody had a camera and took a picture of her but I destroyed it right after.
Oh how I wonder what's behind this velvet rope
what really makes this thing go round
who am I shaming now?
what if stopping is not the answer
so many questions
so little time
under a microscope are we?
this is not possible
only a sadist would let us wonder around
like headless chickens stepping on heads
he must look away
dead subject, its never enough
maybe next time we can do better
like lost words in a muffled mouth
but maybe next time it will be found
the things that make us monsters and heroes
maybe that's what he wants
balance
promise you will say when my face starts to change
you will let me go into the circle
you will tell me what to say
he says he loves me but
all I feel is despair
sends me into the desert with an empty canteen
and millions of bottles with sand in them
sure some sand is grey others are yellow
but sand is always sand
maybe I'm going crazy
maybe I'm crazy already
here I am sitting in silence while
the screams keep me entertained
my screams, the worst one that you can't hear
if you begin to flake and your body tires
don't worry the desert will help you
it's comforting to sit
to feel the sand on your back
but don't stay too long or sand you will become
buried under the desert is a river of emotions
that sit still and never surface
because the desert is bigger
always rising more and more
A sea of fire
