7

Another year
but its your turn
to wake again
to the winter light
to see whats on
the other side.
It's too bad
that you chose
to spend this life
well and bold,
it makes this loss
all the more
bitter and cold.
but you're gone
from this horrid place
to valhalla, heaven,
or, to no place.

Again

Another day another life
and its all the same
another call another hug
fraught with tears of shame
you'll do it again
and there's no stopping you
you'll break my heart again
til you're bored and through.

freedom

Scream into the empty void
echoes of your heroes sold
to sweeten the lies
and bitter triees of your
once false accusers.

Sit and rot, cotton cots
housing silenced reason;
we had a chance, but alas
we failed at last
the war is over but
we can't go home.

cheer

Each time I watch you walk away
I think to myself i should say
something, somehow to make you stay
but you wander each time, to my dismay
off on your own and i continue to fall.

I smoke a cigarette each time
my mind strays to your parting words
but this time my pack is empty
and yet you're still gone.
The bottles are broken and empty
a shallow hope to bear
but somewhere there's something
with which my soul can share.

Dried up and washed out I sit alone
but you'll never see these tears
or the sorrow in my face
my eyes are pure and true each time
they look on you, and you'll never
get to see me here, completely
devoid of cheer.

Well

Well of wishes black and true
I never thought i'd come to you
with my tears and with my pain
to seek some meager yet
worthless refrain.
But here i am among the tears
of life's cruel and bitter years
to seek your solace and
ancient counsel to see
this curse sad and awful
lifted from my weeping mind
and place into your
bottomless tomb.
Pray as i might and
count the rumors true
the water dark yet
somehow subtly blue
i find myself in doubt at this
strange encounter and
sudden bliss of letting go
and throwing away
my dreams and wishes
my rage and fear
to your decision i leave
these things, hoping that
you take them away.

Wind in the sky
dark and gray
another day goes by
and not too late
one of you will die
in the next weeks
and no one knows
the purpose of
these small things.

I'm sorry to those
who've passed before,
wasn't your fault
your luck hit the floor,
there's no point to
this sick game
and i'd take it back
if i could have
the choice again
the same.