Tired of the constant irreversible pounding
The surf of my thoughts...

Love to hate,
Hate to lust...

Looking through tomes of books
Ignoring so many questioning looks...

Life is never what it seems
It's filled with many meaningless dreams...

And reaching from beyond those glassy stars
Is a rememberance that will hit you hard...

Derranged and hard to see
The sadness being thrown at me...

Put pen to paper and paper to sea
In a cloudy glass bottle...

One by one Pennys fall
A wish upon a metal star...

The night air
Rushes by the ground...

My muse
My inspiration...

I pledge allegence to the flage of Rebellon in...
And to the Frustration for witch it stands...

Nervousness flotes in the air
My heart it seems...