I sit outside the theatre in the rain
the air is cool and calming to my brain
from where I stand the ground before me lays
cannot think
cannot solve the little things
Now I walk into my town's domain
the water drops to death into the drain
believe me i will try the other way
but it is hard to motivate
me in the rain
clouds of dark
and i am stuck
in the rain
rain is falling on
falling on the trees
and i can't have it all
have it all my way
now the sun is rising to my face
the air is warm
it might be getting late
the animal
Disintegrating Eden
They stand alone,
listlessly innocent with crimson soaked petals full blossomed and thorned.
I'm burning all my roses tonight with intent to purify,
Flames to burdens disintegrate to ashes,
purification flames to burdens to ashes.
I rest my mind on the thought of something not of this world,
searching for a place where dreams never die.
A place not of this world.
Searching for something else, such a place exists
and resides in the solitude of a heart.
Such a place exists beneath a tangled mesh of thorns.
So take a flame to your garden,
your precious collection that only brings dissatisfaction
as it grows without an end.
I feel the petals burn and the smoke drifts.
I feel the petals burn and the grey night clouds carry me away
from this place and for one pure moment I am free.