Satan’s Anvil

My heart is broken
My soul is in tears

Pressure building
Torment growing

Laughing eyes
Crooked demonic smiles

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

Burnt to ashes from the inside out
Faking that little smile so everyone shuts up

Falling
Crawling

All used up

Burden too heavy to keep going
Crushed under the weight of my own self destruction

Alive yet barely breathing

Taking a continual beating

Black cloud
Failure
Constant struggle

Beaten down
No way out

Crushed under the weight of Satan’s anvil…

Incompatible

Our incompatible compatibility

So crazy

So insane

I stand still

You weave

I speak

You won’t

I snarl

You smile

I sweat

You freeze

Opposites

Spiteful opponents

Butting heads at a moments notice

You are broken

I am perfect

Or vise versa

Depending on the insanity of your logic

Our incompatible compatibility

Rooted deep

Battle tested

Unwavering

Just the way it is…

If

If I were not so drunk
If I could somehow just stand up

If I were not so wobbly
If I could just see straight

If I were not laughing so hard
If I could feel my face

If this bottle could speak
If I could find my feet

If it were any warmer in here
If I didn’t have to pee

If I could think straight
If I could just smoke in here

If
But
No way

It’s my bottle and I cannot
Will not

Ok my friend if you insist I will share
Cause right this moment

I LOVE YOU…

Guilty

Twisted bars

Dripping wax and broken glass

Cold dead body

Haunting silence

Love gone wrong

Life choked away

Final breath squeezed out

Vile creature from hell itself

Gave in to the Devils voice

Earthly facade has fallen away

Now transparent

Nowhere to hide

No need for a jury

Gavel rings hollow

GUILTY…

This

Promises broken

A heart left abandoned

Twisted

Disconnected

A soul with toes on the edge

Sun setting

Curtain closing

Theater once full

Now every seat empty

Whisps of madness

Clouds of doubt

Knew all along it would come to this

Played

Used

Another Oscar worthy performance for playing the fool

Promises broken

Script all played out

Ageing

Alone

All washed up

You were my

Last chance

Best hope

Now look at me

This is all that’s left…

For So Long

For so long you have been gone
Lost track now

Has it been weeks?
Months?
Years?

Days just repeat
Nights never end

In this darkness there is no time
In this hell there is no end

Falling down
Falling apart

Nothing but suffering
History just keeps repeating

Constant
Never ending

The wind
Your memory

Outside my window
Inside my heart

Cold
Haunting
Unforgiving

For so long
Rattling
Torturing

The sinking reality

Knowing you will never come back…

Sold

Slipping into a distant place
No real-time
No real space

Devoid of energy
Only knowing hurt
Only twisted agony

Burned at the stake
Eyes wide open
Buried while still alive

Numb inside
Charred on the out

Helpless
At the mercy of the current

Sold down the river
Traded for the almighty dollar

Put out like the trash

Lies told…

Revenge will be mine…

Debris

I see your face
Wincing
Crumpled
Busy as you hold back every emotion

I see your fingers
Twisted
Shaking
Balled in agony

I hear your voice
Whispering
Crying silently
Breaking like dropped glass

I feel your heartbeat
A skipping rhythm
Irregular
Out of tune

I feel your weight
I taste your tears
Yet I no not your pain

I listen
I see
I hear
I long

I watch as you gently brush the debris from the stone of my grave…

More Guitar

Too much silence

Far too much internal screaming

Not enough crying

Only anger at tears of dust

Not enough listening

Only condescending judgement

More but never enough

A hole of darkness

Society’s vengeance

Trapped and on display

Rocking

Bottled up

Seams splitting

Venom boiling

No alternative

Volume at ten

Distressed

Coming unwound

Jimi

Janis

Floyd

Sabbath

Ultimate relief

Just more guitar…

There Was A Day

There was a day
Oh so long ago

Memories still floating
Never forgotten

After all these years
Still thick and heavy in the air

A room
Shades drawn
No view

A blonde
A bottle or two

Passion
Electricity
Drunken energy

No worries
No cares
Just young dumb and brave

Eyes closed
Touching
Feeling
Lost in the moment

Then from nowhere
A jolt

Caught red-handed
Body and soul knee-deep in the cookie jar

Stuttering
Stammering
Racing for discarded clothes

Hi Grandpa!!

Good looking girl

But boy next time lock the door!!

Memories still thick
Heavy in the air

Days of youth
Long passed now

But still remembering with a smile
When I was young and brave
And forgot to lock the door…