I woke up today to find the duct tape running dry,
I had been using it non stop lately, too many things are broken.
The first time I really needed it, was when the canary smashed the window to fly out,
Yes, the canary was adamant, he really wanted to leave,
So one day as I opened the door to his cage, he flew out and with momemtum smashed the window and flew away,
He wasn't hurt, I think, but he left a **** hole in my window.
So A broke misérable like me just went to the store and bought a role of duct tape,
Then drew cross patterns of duct tape until I filled up the hole.
I cleaned the broken pieces of glass and looked at my work with a feeling of satisfaction.
Then, as if antcipating the arrival of duct tape, **** started breaking one by one.
My sink started leaking, so I duct taped.
My radio antenna broke, yes i own a Radio, so I duct taped.
Before realising it I had a house filled with duct taped half broken things.  Though a strange thing started to happen,
The more I duct taped around the house, at night before I shut my eyes,
I would Imagine duct taping things, little cracks in the night.
And then I realised, that there were  no leaks, no holes and no cracks.
In fact, the only thing that had existed was a canary and duct tape.
A canary that had broken a window.
The canary flew into the heavens free of all things earthly.
Then left me with a broken window and a sense of guilt at the extent it went to leave.
So I bought a role of duct tape that is now running dry,
Maybe, thinking of this canary, Ill go and buy another.

My body aganist yours, I touched all of you in delight,
Rhythms in the intoxication moved my body,
I felt you as I kissed your neck and you buried your back into me
The rush made my heart flutter in beats of irregularty,
Again, I kissed your neck and you looked at me,
I stared into your colorless eyes before losing to the attraction of your lips,
Emotions consumed my heart as my blank mind rested in a moment away from the shoveling mob,
But moments they only last their meaning
Your friends, they said something to you and you left
I stood there in the strobing light until my friends dragged me away,
We walked out and in the shining street light,
To my West, there you stood with concern in your eyes,
My destination changed as you looked at me,
But my steps betrayed my compass.
In these moments, I remember.
In these moments: What Is Your Name?

Rest your head dreary boy.
For some reason, you were chosen to live.
This burden you must forgive.
An envy you are to those never to manifest.
Those before you have come and left, forgetten in time in their eternal rest.
So rest your head dreary boy.
When eternity finally comes, look at those stars, those winds, those hills, those people and those dents.
Then rejoice! Dreary boy, for you most excitingly did exist.

An elephant remebered running wild in savanna.

The rays of the sun shining down warming the ground beneath him,

He bathed in the light, as he trunked with the other elephants around his elder's legs,

He remebered the large disk of light as it descended behind the earth and the sky became hues of color,

He remembered as he lay down in the nights, drawing warmth from his elders,

He remebered this as the lion, with jagged teeth, ripped his guts.

The lion, having had his fill, looked up at the elephant and there as darkness settled in his eyes, like curtains closing in the finale, an elephant ran wild in savanna.

You who left without goodbye,
You who laid in sheets of solitude
You who lost your mind to time
You who left without goodbye,
You who shed your tears for life
You who faced the end alone
You who left without goodbye,
Will you be there for me in spite?

Drunk lovers writing songs on stages of upset,
Corners of rooms filled with fools, kissing whispers of sweet melody
Wretched beings cast aside, stare from afar at their scenes of lust
Drunk lovers writing songs on stages of upset,
Look upon those wretched beings standing deaf to your melody

I walk down a foggy corridor where I find a door
Light beams shine through its slits piercing the air
I reach for the door and great darkness seeps into the air
As I walk hoplessly in the endless night
A dim sliver of warm sunlight finds my hand
Walking towards it, this dim light shines brighter in the dark than all the stars in the sky