Smoke fills the air, My feet are sticky,
no socks and plastic shoes.
Stationed at a vinal chair, My tounge is yearning,
no where to go and no beverage to partake.
staring at my cup, My hands are idle,
no coffee and black nails.
Somthing stirs inside me, my Solice has arrived,
no sugar and no cream.
Solitude is friendship, my friends are all alone,
no words and understanding.
Just a brown ring around my soul
-Xero
no socks and plastic shoes.
Stationed at a vinal chair, My tounge is yearning,
no where to go and no beverage to partake.
staring at my cup, My hands are idle,
no coffee and black nails.
Somthing stirs inside me, my Solice has arrived,
no sugar and no cream.
Solitude is friendship, my friends are all alone,
no words and understanding.
Just a brown ring around my soul
-Xero
It takes you from your pain, fills you with its taint.
you drink it in the morning, to kill the night before.
you quaff it in the midday, to quell your painful life.
you gulp it in the evening, to revive remembered joy.
drink your life away, it seems the thing to do.
It breaks all of your promises, just make them lies to you.
you take away my breath, with your haunting grace.
you steal away my thoughts, with your twisted sorrow.
you wither away my happiness, with our broken life.
princess you are my foci, my single point of light.
I look to you for guidance, but your angle is not right.
you lift what you can, from my simple prose.
you wear what you find, in my dresser drawers.
you pocket what you dredge, from my sofa creases.
your love is like a nail, driven into my head.
It breaks apart my smiles, leaves me cold and dead
-Xero
If i will return or if it is my end.
Will I go to heaven or just go to hell.
will I go to away or just gahstly dwell.
somtimes I like to think, think i have a soul.
does it hold my dreams or is it there at all.
Am I sad because i dream or just beacuse I fall.
Am I sad for my falterings or just my misplaced life.
somtimes I feel scared, scared for my future.
Will i live or will i cease, what holds my burnished key.
Death is not my sad event or a jubilee
Death is just staging point for all the things to be.
-Xero