Imagine a puddle of all your fears.
Growing deeper as it rains and sears up all the bleeding wounds.
Shedding, tearing at your ripped cocoon.
And the moisture decays away the regret and your jeans start to fray.
And everything goes quiet and you want to fight the silence.
But nothing seems to wake in the absent part you take.
And all you knew came crashing down, and the way you play the game in town is a disgrace. You're a cheat.
And the way when no one sees you there...
you cry your eyes out, in your despair.
You grab the pointed metal fiend.
And aim it at your heart.
It seems that nothing can break your grip on death.
And nothing can make you ace this test.
And nothing, but the silent reaper stalking about, can make you realize the error in your awful ways.
You are stuck in the haze to the point where your eyes are fogged over and he's calling, red rover, red rover, send my next victim over. But you stay and you drink all your silent fears away.
And the hot whiskey burns your throat as it passes.
And your mind and your heart are letting out gasses that take over your thoughts, they take over your thoughts.
And everything held once has now just been dropped.
And it eats at your conscience until your face turns bright blue.
And you freeze on the contact.
What they said was true.
And it's just not that fair when he pulls out your hair and he says it's for testing to see if your terminal and you think you're a criminal for stealing the heart of a truant single-minded obligation.
And you cry.
And your speech is slurred and you hurry to the store to see if there's more or maybe you drank it all up.
Not one drop has been left in your frosted glass cup and you shake and you sweat and the shards of glass meet with your feet and it stings and you sing out in pain and you call out my name but I'm not there.
And you find in surprise that there deep in your eyes is a portrait of all you used to know.
And it shows when it's cold that all that you hold is no match for what he has in store.
And what's more...You lost me right where you stand.
Come on, you're a man. Own up to the fact that as you tipped your hat, you traded all you knew for a bottle of booze.
So you lose. Your minds loose with the simple consequences.
You should have known that after the show I would not be waiting back stage with a bouquet of white roses and simple praises of greatness.
I was on the next train to self doubt and un-worth in all your glances because drunken slurred stances were not my game.
Father to daughter we shared in the shame.
But at the end of the night you went back to your whiskey I went back to my darkness.
And we both drank it in.
I drank in the pain and you drank until it stained the bottomless pit you call addiction.
And the friction caused by leaving me and alcohol had dropped the ball and made you stop to think
But by the time the white knight went galloping into the sunset, he had forgotten his most precious treasure.
She lay there on the curb side.
Broken and beaten and bruised in all places and her face was cracked with guilt and worry.
And maybe it was her fault he had trodden on dreams and had ripped at the seams until nothing was left!
She felt semi-responsible for what he had done. But only later realized it was all in good fun.
Or so he had said that he'd be back in some months.
But time had passed by without a gift or a grunt.
And the dusty guitar lay against her nightmares.
The strings plucked once more in her guilt ridden despair.
He would not be returning, he would not keep his word.
She knew, all the time, he was free as a bird.
And all the more better for him and his booze.
And she sat there and wept and she set it to cruise.
And the auto-pilot went on and she was a zombie of sorts.
And she did what was asked with no unappreciative snorts.
But in time it grew harder, for something was hushed.
And they hadn't told her the whole thing in the rush.
And it's mush, it's not use, there's no thing there in fact.
Her heart was as empty as a plastic trash sack, after nothing had lived there for years and for years.
But the sack had filled up with her saltiest tears.
And she went for a swim in the tangy blue pool.
And she drowned there in fact cause she can't keep her cool.
And the shell of the girl is who you hear even now.
Talking of past times, and the time that she drowned.
Imagine a puddle filled with all of your tears.
Growing deeper and deeper with the passing of years.
And all you had left were these words that betray. Because they tell all my secrets through night and through day.
Imagine the puddle dry up in a drought. And there was nothing more to have to cry about.
So you wrote it all down on a paper of sorts.
And it helped in itself to slowly abort all the pain and the anger and regret, she's insane.
Or that's what they told her soon after the game.
And the curtain drew back and they saw the masked face, and it wasn't so pretty, she stared into space.
And his tears had cross paths with one of her own.
And she smelled the whiskey and knew he was home.
