The tide keeps rushing in
Over the dams,
and over the floodgates.

The fissure of flesh,
that lets the red run
staining the pure white
cotton

(like the memories
set in the monochromatic
nostalgia haze)

The only thing that makes
the world start up
is

...The razor's kiss

...The acrid smell of
the gun smoke

...The burnt out taste
of cigarettes, booze
And countless pills

Without that darlin' by my side
I'm contemplatin' suicide

The blood is pumping in my heart
The pule is racing through these veins
(begging to be let out)

I'm trying to find my way
to the other side.

To reunite with the fallen
the lost
the forgotten

Will I find a way?
Will I find my place?

Among the stars, with my ancestors.
I must find my way
to
Destiny.