The noise outside hasn't stopped, here i thought the madness would end when i woke.
Collaborative poem by Marcus Blake, Derrick Merdy
Amazing how a tux and a tie could change a mans impression, these people would never of laughed with me, let alone looked at me without this attire, so I'm i to become like them, "social fiends"
Banquet in the rain
Tonight's cold affair carried a promise of new understanding
Walk past meaningless smiles, sat at bar
"what can I do for you sir?" ask bartender
"Call me kid, at least then It wont sound like empty flattery."
Watching the ingenuous crowd I think to myself "Is that what happens to us? A life lacking candor with no time for friends?"
No amount of liquor would suffice for the insanity i played off with my empty smiles and charm full laughs and small talk, these people are talking as if they owned the world but not me, no I'm here cause i wanted to see if honestly and valor existed in these pious eyes, but nothing is there...
The tragedy of it all is that nobody sees the look of desperation on each others face. passing one another without a look of recognition, decadent, walking about, i see no more than a suit.
Walking outside my burning cigarette drops ashes that fly away, staring toward the gloomy sky i feel no remorse for what i have done, they each deserved there justice its only fitting that they i would be here to witness it, these hands covered in blood a ruined tux a weighted pistol in my pocket comforts me
The rain washed the filth from my ruined tux...This tux that prevented me from drifting beyond reach...I disposed my umbrella, and let the rain continue to cleanse... this small comfort was all i could offer.
This night will be remembered, we made a toast and will never toast again. Mothers dead, Brothers Dead, Your decadent lifestyle dead...washed away in the rain. I have business elsewhere, with a better class of people.
All the vivid memories never stop painting pictures in my mind, though those years of pleasure and freedom remain in my heart somewhere i can not see them, just as that night when the screams of the wicked shake the sky, no angel's flew down to save them, nobody came... i realized that the only definite thing in this world was the occurrence of death and time
