scratch that

a cryptic tale

it connects the brain like a spine

creates a painting like the skyline

how cryptic tailes tell stories of fear

this life is ruined

setting the mind clear

running back and forth like keys to a piaono

playing music,by the handfulls

rustling leafs smell like burning flesh

dare to take the wheel and drive

prepare for the banish

control the electric waves that control your brain

choose the whiskey and wash the pain away

what do you do when all else fails

what do you when your life becomes a cryptic tail

what do you do when when the bottle is your only true friend

what do you do when you pray your life would just end

how do you know who trust

how do you know when it is love or lust

when do stop and let your self breath

when do you learn to trust the enemey

what do you do when you have nothing left

how do you know you can just lay your head and rest

when do realize your life is a matrix

a cryptic tail of love, death and hatred

hold the hand that you know would feed

be alone on an endless journey

running far north and further west

like a scope of no remorse

striving for the best

so listen for your name when the devil is calling

listen for the growling and snarling

eyes that flick and deceive

hairs on your neck 

tell you run not greive

never ending work like stalking bails

another empty soul to tell another cryptic tale