Im looking for Blood,
To soak my Soul up

Im searching for Fists
To beat me to Muck

Im waiting for Glory
To pour from the Sky

Im watching for Terror
To shine across Eyes

Seeps through my head,
& pulls me this way,
Unconsciously following,
That gentle sway.

Yet cold stares dismiss
This fanciful craze,
I crave for her kiss
Past the frozen out greys.

The lights all shimmer,
Through puffed out smoke,

I feel like a ghost,
It feels like a joke

The laughter rings shorter,
From what I can hear.

The seconds tick faster

Sometimes
You lie,
And you sink through the ground
Sometimes
Jeff Buckley didn’t know
Why he was feeling so down

A seconds so long
When your withering away
But everyone hated him anyway

He really scrubbed up well,
On those fine summer days.
A young ladys whisper would tell,
Of his charming,
gentle ways.

Now,
He stands at the dinner room door,
The drugs slow him down,