The vessel groans The ocean pressures its frame. To the port I see the...– Brand New
That’s the problem with drinking I thought as I poured myself a drink. If...– Charles Bukowski
I never asked to be your saviour This pedestal I sit on I didn’t build it The patchy broken hearts of others lay beneath me But why is this my cross to bear A chosen symbol, an idle worshipped wreck On the shores of burning souls It turns out I’m just as human as everybody else I slipped and fell on the indignities of society Battered by the winds of hate Your path was paved with your own...
Jesus Christ, look at you You had it all Fame, eternal life, blessings of the gods And you blew it You let it all go to your head And for what? Those cheap tricks and treats They wont save you from your self You were supposed to be the messiah The one I put my faith in, My heart, My soul, My pride, You aged But you did not grow Two thousand years on and you are the same man Didn’t...