I spent the night not sleeping,
so i knew this had to be the one.
When love comes to town
there will be a porno in the caboose.
you better take that train
and leave the caboose on the loose
he looked at me with blood on his face
and i knew that the sleeping demon had to arise
and a writer would be master of his dreams tonight
he looked at me and he said
you want some?
this is the same bald headed freak that walked up close to me when i was bent over cleaning a stair
I dont know why i was cleaning a stair,
but i didnt like the look in his stare.
cold and dead
and dumb as hell
one track mind
and hungry like the wolf
less human than you would want a skinhead to be
but exactly what you would expect on the inside
when rubs the deer guts on his mouth
and expects you to want to do the same.
his friends were with him now
with a plate of blood smeared entrails
like a bad movie set.
there they were
giddy with their entertainment
touching the outsides
of some creatures insides
they missed the beauty of the significance
it was there for them to sport
their carnal ability to kill without prejudice
with out malice
but for the need of the hunt
and the explanations were
what would you do if you were in the woods
and all you had was this knife
and all i thought and said without thinking
was
do you realize the power we humans have in this world
do you realize the utter ignorance of the simplicity of that thought
and they lunged at me
and my hand was dug into deep by their blades
i could feel metal on my bones
and i knew how technology divided humanity
into its sects and its hordes
and we all pray to our masters
for just a little bit more
gimme some
we need to overcome
we are weak and we need a reason
to believe why we have been afflicted
with this terrible lesson in our own true failures
our own real realities
that we wish everyone could believe in
we need to take our stories
and find ourselves a stage.
we need to find ourselves a reason
why the rest of the audience needs to hear it
if it doesnt work
then kill ourselves
in the cold moonlight
escaping into the morning
while the dew is wet on the ground
and the sun i breaking loose into the next new day
we can find no more reasons to live
but if we do then we do
we stay on this ride for one more spin only.
we live like there is no tomoroow
only the today
we had the good graces to give ourselves
back to