The blazing sun sets
leaving behind summer heat;
may you never sleep.
The blazing sun sets
leaving behind summer heat;
may you never sleep.
The dead will rise
and hunt you down,
ripping you apart
until there is no sound.
Blood soaked ground
and empty swings
as the wind blows
between undead things.
Night soon falls,
let’s hope your eyes adjust
since in this world,
you never know who to trust.
Feelings are for people,
of which I am not.
Feelings are for hurting
which people do a lot.
Feelings are not backed
by science or fact.
Feelings are manipulated
and easily hacked.
Feelings need not be
for they only do harm,
until feelings become
what keeps you warm.
Look at me, I’m cute.
Look at me, I’m smart.
Look at me, I’m gorgeous.
Look while I play the part.
Look at me, I’m funny.
Look at me, I’m fast.
Look at me, I’m lazy.
Look how long my nap can last.
Look at me, I’m a cat.
Look at me, I’m furry.
Look at me, but quickly,
’cause look, I’m in a hurry.
Last night was a mistake
and tomorrow will be too
but for now we have tonight
with only one thing to do.
There are so many reasons why
we should go our separate ways
but maybe just for tonight
the two of us can stay.
You missed your train
and I was early for mine
so we shared a drink
as the stars aligned.
One drink led to two
as each train passed by
and soon we were stranded;
trapped in each other’s eyes.
Together in the city,
our fun wouldn’t end
as we traipsed all over town
more like lovers than friends.
The moon overhead,
and the stars shone too,
but not a single one brighter
than the beauty of you.
The city never sleeps
and neither would we
as our hearts fell deeper,
finally able to be free.
The sun began to rise
as we sat on the pier,
with the city behind us
and each train drawing near.
Your hand in mine,
as a new day began
and we shared a kiss
that was never the plan.
I walked you back
to the place that we met
and kissed you goodbye,
since you had a train to get.
Summertime and the livin’
is grueling.
The temperature’s jumpin’
and the tourists are high.
Your daddy’s dead and your ma is smokin’
so don’t hush, little baby, it’s okay to cry.
Landing on the moon
after shooting for the stars
is still pretty good.
She moves like a leaf on the wind.
So erratic and magnificent,
her colors fill the air
painting pictures
to fill our lungs
as she heads for the unknown
only to end up
a crunch underfoot.
Lately I’ve been lost in thought
and unable to escape
the way you fill my brain and heart
with your voice, your eyes, your shape.
From the moment that I met you
I knew that trouble would ensue
since every part of me
wants every part of you.