F.I.N.E

Addictive,

With a personality I still don't know.

Scared with reminders of yesterday,

Like a glass that's no longer transparent.

Quick to judge not.

But its obvious I have my own wounds to mend,

Its on the page of things to do,

Sew them shut and kill the curiosity .

Into the air.
Into the air.
Into the air....

And once again I learn how to breathe.

Fate Wont Swallow

Sorry for not getting back to you

I was busy doing nothing just so you know

Killing time as it kills me.

A captured heart unable to change

As the friction grows

I can no longer stay the same face

Wrinkled and blackened by the long nights

1000 battles to be fought everyday

Most are lost

Faded colors and memories still trying to find their place.

I have to stay awake though

All in hopes to catch fate and she sneaks out from under my sheets.

Race the Rat

Time is worth her soul

beyond love there is still no control

bones of broken dreams and cold steal beams

it seams that we all have one thing in common.

bright lights at nights end.

picture perfect but all faces are plastered here.

Nailed to the wall but not the cross we must sacrifice for tomorrow.

The hands of the clock are always the heaviest here.

Time a creation of control built by the same people whom it erases.

Disappointment when those shadows disappear

The love you have seen is not what you deserve.

If they Do

Blessed beyond imagination.

Stuck in the same ruts and I still reopen these old cuts.

Don't see that label "fuck up" much anymore.

But all I'm doing is getting older.

They say its best when its loved,
to hang in there when it hurts
and shit if the moneys good why not?

I don't blame you.

I blame myself and always will

Filled voids with unforgiving vices

E.E

You need to work to be a man.

Just cause your hands are steady doesn't mean that your head is.

What about your heart?

No one will ever know what you keep in between those shoulders.

A sober road is never the safe one, a white knuckled drive that has to be done.

Pressure never makes perfect it just creates cracks.

Enough is enough.

A place to stand

I dedicate my feet to standing alone

you want me to hide in that?

Catching ghosts out the corner of my eye,
cant help but think that is my own shadow passing me by.

heart full of something.

I could give it too you.

But the voices never stop talking ,
and I cant keep them out of tune for much longer.

Faced two eyes in the mirror
the bloodshot reflection just seems like a cliche now

I've kept it all hidden away.