Quiet tension building strongerHe sits in the corner cradling ammunitionReflecting upon his entire lifeBuilding up to this one momentThe winter drawin..
Beaten by life's hands againA strike known all too wellThe pen rips paper to shreds againWith nothing left to sayWho knew the artist would become so s..
Come through the door and have a drinkGet too blind and dumb to thinkHit the floor again like everyone elseYou swore tonight you'd do some goodThings ..
Awake and stuttering in mindless, fringed confusionEntombment of an enlightened mindNothing to come now but a shallow graveNo hymns will be sang as yo..