Wednesday, September 3, 2008

In the valley

Join me in the walk of dead
What for sir?
No reason really, we walk, we moan
Why would I want that?

Because in the valley of dead
Scary sights surround us, and we
Make peculiar noises and shivering cries
Men who walk near us become so cold

Good, fair enough, in this valley
of dead I will come make
havoc of the earth
And lightning in my eyes
Ready to strike a kill

Then come
let us amuse ourselves
And indulge in our fearing ways
For we haven't seen a man 2 years to this day

Some go south, others rise north
But in the valley, you don't need any affiliation
Our way is simple
We're out to stay killed

The Night's Paleness

Passed out legs crossing sitting there
My friends giggle and laugh
My body stays fixed however
Giving no rise to the world around it

Inside the wandering mind a
mountain of coal is dropping from
the sky neatly wrapped wry

Again they laugh
It's new year's eve and fesitivies are
the people's cry.

Far in the confused mind
is heading south, north, east, west
thinking each bend awaits his promise.
only at the end to accomplish weary feet

Best they help me out, they think
So they throw me a pillow and
a few sheets. Gratified
they walk away leaving me to lay