THE BLEEDING HOUR
All thoughts at once with no reserve
Too drunk to round the curve
All memories I wish to fade, currently present
I suffer from a case of self endangerment
All the things I've held
The purpose it gave
All are stones marked of a light in a dark and lonely grave
The essence of its sweetness still bleeds within
The wind dancing in the fields
The green, saturated earth with beauty in new bloom
The sun flickering off the ripples
The birds singing lovely tunes
The stars twinkling as they round
The sun making the break of dawn
All the things that won't let you down
This is to help me move on
These things I know still exist
The freight train in the distance inevitably precist
The blowing horn sounds its warning
The past its adorning
The force shakes the earth
The woosh of every car, a memory that's now my curse
It's hard to see aproaching light when so much of it is behind you
The force gets to heavy
A swelled, bursting levee
The head lights shine upon the door
The car Idles in the night
Contemplation holds me
Loneliness torments me
Thoughts of you
Destroy me