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POISON STREAM

ACID RAIN

You flick the pages
Of your book
Trying to find
The right line

Then there it is
That famous quote
That explains
Away your life

You flip a coin
You laugh out loud
As it’s lost

Acid rain falling down
Burns my skin without a sound
It peels my soul, it flays my heart
It’s simply tearing me apart

My only wish
Won’t come true
As it chases
After you

It’s only dust
On an empty road
With withered dreams
And bitter cold

Like a trick
You disappear
Then from the sky

Acid rain falling down
Burns my skin without a sound
It peels my soul it flays my heart
It’s simply tearing me apart

Acid rain falling down
Burns my skin without a sound
It peels my soul, it flays my heart
It’s simply tearing me apart

Acid rain

 

GONE BY NOON

The blood on your lips
Drips, red honey slips into a pool
The lies that you tell
Corrupt my heart
Infect my soul

Silence spills like a wave in the dark
The films you play
Black and white
A final scene – crying
And you’re gone

The shock in your eyes
Lies, the wailing cries
Of a tragic fool
Your game hides the truth
Dice, playing cards
Mirrored in the roof

You cheat with the best
When you’re caught you’re aloof
An avalanche
That seals
A silent shroud
The noise has gone
All that’s left – speechless
An empty shell

Love’s last tears
Have fallen down
From your cheek
The loaded words
Ricochet
Around the room
Exotic birds
Against the glass – goodbye
Gone By Noon

 

HELPLESS YOU

The light slips through
You’re alone in your room
With your secrets and pain
And it’s happening again

And all the stars
Are shards of glass
As they fall and you hide
Till they pass

So sad, helpless you

The dream has gone
And the pictures hang wrong
And you’re buried in your books
And your mirror’s off the hook

And outside
It’s eternal night
And you’re trapped
In the wave of your mind

So sad, helpless you

You’re locking all the doors
As you sharpen your claws
And your eyes turn red
As you feed on the dead

And you cry
As you slide away
In the light see the sign of your decay
So goodbye we’ll deny your prey
Your desires and lusts
Have locked you away

So sad, helpless you

 

THE BALLAD OF SWEET MARIE

The spring arrives in shrouds and hoods
Darkness lingers in the woods
The flowers wither as they bud
The grass is browner than the mud

The swallow doesn’t reach his tune
He left the South, arrived too soon
But is it not the month of May
With dancing girls and bales of hay

Pollen swollen from honeyed bees
Tortoiseshells and ears of seed
But stretched across a bloody sky
There’s angels that are born to die
Calamities and all amiss
In beauty’s metamorphosis

But shadows reach across the lawn
Into the throats of the forlorn
They pull at hair, they punch your teeth
Come from above and from beneath

They bring down branches from the trees
They make you buckle at the knees
They slip you pills that kill your sleep
They spin you tales that make you weep

They push you into darkened sheds
They plant odd thoughts into your head
They kiss your lovers in full view
They take the lies and make them true
They wish for things that they don’t need
And welcome Mephistopheles

Rusting hinges on the gates
Shadows cast unsightly shapes
They disappear when you pursue
Leave you there without a clue

Something lingers on your porch
You draw the curtain and drop your torch
A face stares back that cannot be
Resembling your sweet Marie

Her life you took the day before
And buried deep beneath the floor
Hallucinations fly like spears
Voices penetrate your ears
And to the sound of guilty chants
You slip into the devil’s dance

 

THE ROADMAP TO MY SOUL

On a list, underlined, there’s a name
I don’t recognize
The sugar fix, the chemicals, killing me
As I say goodbye
In the mist, disappear, like a ghost
I felt like I had died

It’s confidence, in yourself, finally
That made you decide
Left me here, on the wind, thanks to you
No chance to survive
I’m a wreck, a faded light, flickering
Extinguishing my life

But I shrug it off like drops of rain
Sorry that you can’t control
Manipulate the pain you’ve caused
On the roadmap to my soul

Woke up late, it’s all the same, the sun has gone
I can’t find my clothes
They’re on the floor, in a heap, by the sink
I’ve nowhere to go
Anyway what’s the point, now you’ve gone
I am just alone

I pick it up, I take a chance, on myself
Trying not to cry
I go to sleep, I hate the dreams, the storyline
Surrounded by the night
Haunting me, pushing me, telling me
A past that I’ll deny

I’m frightened by the heart’s extremes
How love just takes you down
All you do is shout at stars
And watch them turn to dark

The hurt echoes through my fragile bones
Cancelled journey to a place
Where everything you dreamed came true
On the roadmap to my soul

 

JUDGEMENT DAY

Through the night rain
Wheels spin roads crack
Blackness all ‘round
We have to break through
To break through

Journey must end
Time will run out
Bones snap skin slips
Suddenly you’re home
You are home

In the comfort of
The consequence
You forged

Tables are turned
All their power gone
We wreak revenge
On the despots’ souls
On their souls

When they cry out [I can’t stay here]
We won’t hear them [You are my pain]
They can’t hurt us [Days for leaving]
They can’t harm us now [Night has sold you]
Harm us now

As we peacefully
Nullify
The pain
On judgement day
We’ll see you all again

 

BLACK AND WHITE

The end is near
You taste the poison in the air
There’s no one here
You can hardly move out of your chair
Encroaching shadows everywhere
Inside your head

As winter cracks
And tells you it will never leave
So don’t go back
There’s nothing left here to retrieve
Resignation sneers at a reprieve

Black and white the blinding light
Throws reason to the dogs
Misinterpret, find a culprit
And sacrifice them to their gods

The belt is tight
The veins are raised below your skin
An awful sight
All paid up but can’t get in
You’re either too fat or too thin
No in between

You slink away
And take it out on someone new
They’re in your way
You beat them till they’re black and blue
The only thing that you could do

Saris turbans beards suburban
Different faces everywhere
Exotic spices fuel your vices
As you spiral down to your despair

Black and white

 

THE FOLLY

Seasons change and rearrange
The textures in the trees
Then you arrive like bright sunlight
And bring me to my knees

I question all my foolish acts
But answers never come
I realize that my demise
Is here and I’m undone

This is the folly of the soul
As victims we are one

When all good reason leaves the room
And lands me here with you
Better judgement flown away
I have you through and through

No matter what the seasons tell
Of warnings and of change
My fate is not for me to say
Unable to arrange

This is the folly of the soul
As victims we are saved

 

LOVER

Lover, tell the world
Break the news
Strike a match
Light the fuse

The shadow dancing on your cheek
Hides the truth in your eyes
I see reality
When you lie

Lover, I can’t bear
To see your face
Or hear your voice
What a waste

I gave you everything I had
Shed my skin till I was raw
Go betray me now
Slam the door

I wrote a song
To get me through
Every single word, lover
I sang was true

I sacrificed a thousand lives
For your heart, for your kiss
Of all the girls in the world
It’s you I miss

And when I reflect on
All those easy days
All those breezy days
All those happy days
I collapse upon the thought
Of losing you

Lover

 

TEARS WILL COME

Peace will come to those that wait
Silently outside the gate
Desperately they look around
Trying not to make a sound

Still they come

Finally they’re by the door
Hoping not to feel their claws
Hear them being dragged away
Still they’re back another day

Tears will come

Demons seem to come and go
When you’re sad they seem to know
Close your eyes, they’ll go away
Don’t look back to yesterday

Still they come

Nothing wrong with feeling down
Replace your smile with a frown
Drink your tears, feel the pain
Soon you’ll be alive again

Tears they come

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