Storm clouds leave me drawn to the sound of a song 

Towards a penny on the ground face down 

Some synthetic savior waiting to be found

Haven’t slept a wink

Do the words mean less than you think?

I think they do

Drowning in the bromine sky alone

Before you could hardly say it

Long when life had learned your language 

When time will learn to mend

Don’t settle for any less 

For you’re all I’ve known 

Beneath the rain, singing sweet below 

Kept farther away than it seemed

Waiting across the deepest oceans in dreams

Too far to keep me away from the saccharine sky

Came falling down from so high

When you came along wandering in

I was wondering who’d clip your wings 

If you were there, singing your heart away

I’d ask you to stay

If you could, I think you should

From every song, all along

I was writing it all just for you

Long before I knew 

Golden, dark, and still and cold 

Too young to ever grow so old 

In broken arms where we’re doomed to lay

I’d ask you to stay someway 

In every word I can hear you cry

With every word I wish you were blind

We used to know what it all meant

But it always fades with age

Paralyzed with beauty

No audience before this twisted actor 

Singing a song nobody knows 

Yet still, the dancers sway

Stolen so acutely 

You kill with your stare 

Everywhere you go 

That keeps me far away 

Waltzing one for two alone, asking

When are you coming home?

Precious, and venomous 

Your voice breaks from every word 

I traced your footprints in the snow 

Looking for a fairer thing to say

Waltzing one for two alone, asking

For how long have you known?

Paralyzed and tremulous 

The night is far from over

They left graffiti on the street signs

See how they dance their cares away

Crestfallen near what’s left of the fire

Where the birds cannot sing 

The ruse becomes you

And it steals everything 

The hangman watches you pass

The golden bells never ring 

He teaches you his ways 

And I’ll tell you, he’ll steal everything 

The jester watched the king frown

As he tried so hard to sing 

A voice that surrendered the crowd

That stole everything

(Hanging from a string)

So you hear the song and you bite your tongue

And it curls into a grin

I heard the words leave your lips 

Speaking out a sin 

The hangman came back empty handed 

Pale, scared, and thin 

You let him take 

So he steals everything

Watching from the peak, a hidden height

From when all frostbite was your sight 

Searching for warmth so disdainful

While cradled in the arms of an angel

There is nowhere they could find us

A sacred comfort like no other 

Still stemming from the silence 

Of the end of your summer 

I hear that song you sang for me 

Rough and rugged, cloudy and beloved 

Elusive words, please hear them now 

Colliding worlds that sing in solemn return

Please do not fear for now they hear 

Rough and rugged, dearly beloved 

Hear me now, hear me somehow 

Elusive words you sang and no one heard

Asking why or what was wrong

From when your mind became the song 

I listened close, I listen still 

Closer than most, heard no return 

Closer than most, heard no return 

A tire swing below a broken branch

Kicked over castles made of sand

She was there, now she is gone

Green innocence blinked away

Hiding in the shade

Sweetest dreams, if not then why

Dreams of angels in the sky

She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t say

She forgot how along the way

Hiding in the shade

You promise all, you never will

Words reassure the touch that kills

How she’d run into the hills

Fragile, torn, and made of silk

The leaves sway but you are still

A flower has begun to wilt 

But a little piece is still there 

My legs are heavy with parasites 

The snow is miles deep 

The snare drum is cracking like a whip 

Lashing at my hundred feet

I have known many faces 

I have forgotten many more 

I have burned many scriptures

I have written myself down to the floor 

There is writing all over the walls

There is writing through the halls 

I see instructions everywhere just for me

Too bad I cannot read 

I said, “Pity me, my lovers”

They addressed me with nothing but scorn 

They could not love me, and I don’t blame them

For I am only filled with beauty galore 

I have no kisses for the hungry 

No arms left for the rich 

Only a hundred trillion dollars 

And an insatiable, burning itch 

There is writing all over the walls

There is writing through the halls 

I know you all wish to feed 

Too bad I cannot bleed

What am I?

Modern versions of old action-horror flicks are really cool 

Like the new predator movie and King Kong