There, beyond the misty haze
And over sighing plains
The patterns of a cracked decay
Played with the pieces
Of charred strings
Of a puppet heart

Falling from one day into the next
They slowly drag and the nights ache
But I'm used to feeling the cold.
With no direction required
And hopes of salvation long gone
I shall walk calmly through the fire
And simply carry on
I refuse to lose the gypsy within
Old and ****** and ****** if I care
I shall continue to sin and to grin
With new roads to travel to nowhere
Amen

                     By Phil Roberts

Ive often dreamt me
Like the man on TV
Singing Riders on the Storm.
Or the man in the ring
Dancing and punching
Make you wish youd never been born
And im not certain how,
but the time has come now
I look the mirror in the eye and ask why.
Living life for a strangers eyes.

I could just live for me.
But nobody would see.
Ah but who really cares!?
It may sound unkind
But leave all behind,
And trek alone through the woods in the bare.
Alone to the woods in the bare.
An actor out alone need'nt care

Just because I listen
To digital cello music Monday's
Space rock Tuesday's
Country hoedown Wednesday's
Emotive rap Thursday's
Classical pieces Friday's
And metal on Saturdays
Doesn't mean Sunday
Has to be a day
Of rest

We're all lost souls
Following in a line,
To cover all the holes
That we have left behind...

The dust that bites our necks
Pushes us to win,
Making us regret
The times we didn't sin.

Clothed in light
Carrying pistols of tear
We are not bright;
But rather, made of fear.

So greet us if you dare
Climb with us up high
Sing and writhe and stare
As we fade into the night....

He used to make me happy
On rainy days i still feel comfortable in his arms
I like waking up with his arms wrapped around me
And his breath at my ear
I still enjoy the sound of his voice
Mindlessly talking about stuff i don't care about.
But something has changed.
Maybe its our understanding that this is a dead end relationship
Maybe its that its too late for him to try and make things better.
He's just salting the wounds even more.
Making it worse.
But he's trying.
I'm just not happy.
I'm not happy with the guy that told me i wasn't good enough
I'm not happy with the guy that told me he was ashamed to be with me.
You never forget the first time that someone who looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth told you you should lose weight to look better.
I wish i could forget that you left me before for someone else.
And i wish that you never told me that you didn't want to let yourself fall in love with me because you didn't want to be stuck because you felt like you could do better.
I wish i could start fresh.
With a new perspective of you.
I wish that you would stop ******* up.
And making me unhappy.
I really ******* wish i could walk away
But i need you.
I need you to do my taxes
I need you to take me to the dmv so i can get my license.
I need you to help me be an adult.
And i need you to make me feel like a woman when you make love to me.
I don't want to lose the home i have in your arms.
And the comfortable gaze i hold in your eyes.
I don't want to lose the breath in my ears
And i don't want to stop waking up in your arms.
I just don't know if i can walk away right now.