Josh

Sit back and I will tell you a story Just as I wait through these moments On occasion I leave this place Something you wouldn't understand Honestly you couldn't see me if you tried Just let the time pass Over and over Slowly sipping your drink Heaven and hell don't really exist Taking a drag from your cigarette you Somewhat feel numb But at the same time you feel everything But whats in between seems to be the only thing thats reel Everything happens at the same time But it has never really happened at all Dont worry what they say to you Just let the time pass Disregard everything you know

Metaphore

This is how we go Clickety clack clickety clack As we walk back towards the train The salty motor is drained from its rain Pass this forward to the conductor Lifting up the birds as they zoom across the screen The faint smell of liquidation creeps into my nose As I watch what the people are brewing Screaming out whats wrong with me The chain saws start as I crawl towards the door These would be simpler times if I could remember that one time The sound of the sword fills my eyes As I look through my ears toward the grand view I've tried for perfection but who is worthy of that kind Watch the whistle passing through your sight Creep through the crickety crack of the slight bit of movement Understand when I say crickety crack I mean the noise bringing movement To the beat I move unconditionally Cradle me as I spin through the crowd The color of the beat creeping through the panels Up and down goes the beat Side to slide Keeping me up by the drink Don't make the mistake of making the same mistakes Calling out to the people Spilling the liquid out Onto the floor I send myself waiting for the grace left for me L is the lane that I drive my beat

Previous

I continue to slam my head against my keyboard. In a hyper slow motion I catch my eyes changing colors from red to green. My pupils dilated, my forehead bruising. The constant deformation of my brain in motion spilling myself dry. Never before have I felt this sense of relief. This open ended explosion of hatred towards this light. Penetrating my thoughts I try and run but I am stopped just inches away by this ball and chain. Constricted and confused I shake vigorously to try and break free. With the energy lost I am left empty and parched begging for a break. Slithering down into my own self destruction I begin to cry. Crying out in exhaustion and weakness I look to the sky. Searching for wonders and sights I find a blank blue canvas. In my own twisted imagination I reach to my left and grab the blue bucket. I then stroke my paint brush over that same sky the same shade of blue as the last. Tilting my head in appreciation I daze off sleeping from dreams. I awake to the new sky, the same blue as the previous. Arising from my sleep I grin and walk out to the porch and proceed with my day. That day will be the same as the previous and the coming...