MUSIC FOR SALE

I dreamt of you again
Dressed in white as bright as the light
From a thousand burning paper boats
I"m floating on the edge of a scream
And when I wake up with wet eyes
It"s your ghost I miss the most
Haunt me again
again and again
I"ll walk dark halls
To the very bitter end



Looking for that legendary way out
Into your hallowed hollow hardened heart
I couldn"t start breathing
Until I had my beating

Fleeting is so tomorrow
We"ve just arrived at yesterday
How can I say
It meant nothing
When nothing"s what I left
In life
As well as death




My three story house
Has a lot of spirits
All of them aren"t good

They walk on wind
And flee the coming of the sun
Some look like old friends

But sour in lone darkness
It"s far fetched to act perplexed
And expect excellence from pestilence

The decadent dance
Two left feet and left to my own defense
I"ll trade reason for a season of your coveted glances

Subtle trances train my thoughts
To offer no interpretation
From inside this locked box



Who walks here in this dark ?
I wondered and whispered aloud.
Addressing a pain cloud
in the park...
It rained. It bled.
Now it"s sad.



When the mourning comes
I will see the light of day
It creeps like an unwanted
Parenthesis,
looking for it"s half
to covet a river of words,
And rage.
The hurripain wages war.


The shore erodes,
emotions storm the poet.



I"ve lost my bearings,
This damned compass will not work!
(The decomposing corpses do not jerk)


Seas read the charges
And the Winds find me guilty
How much time can a man waste
The rain pours down,
camouflaging the tears on his face


He cries to the Heavens
as he turns his head
Towards infinite space
This footrace of finality
For which he wins first place