Backs Against the Wall

by Mark Miller © 03/19/2014
Waiting beside the seaside absent who never arrives after graven payment-
Standing by Stan's shadow of ascent looks for loners promise repents,
Sullen watch golden sold feelings lost upon darken silhouette in trusted innocence
Filling pockets of soothing felon who battles lonesome fear
Shadows sun drifts waves bye cold ice through body's prickly pears -
Tweekers forsaken memory our hole moments lost in years of chemical romance
Lies come, lies go, lies become no where shown
Lighthouse shines pattern in sky open of holes beckons my fall
with our backs to the wall, our backs to the wall, fighting for places against the wall
Fade away stray's away tomorrow never stays against grains of yesterdays pain,
with our backs against the wall, our backs to the wall, fist pounds against the wall
Cyclical lows follow spiral highs prance lunatics folly dance
Through irons bars I travel the minds labyrinth highway boundless soundless
Anger fueled adrenaline courses towards heart's of absence play lost under-ground
Stagger by strangers of mechanical anguish ways in wasted days abound 
Lies come, lies go, lies become where none shown
Lighthouse shines pattern sky's open holes beckons my fall
with our backs to the wall, our backs to the wall, fighting for places against the wall
Fade away fades away tomorrow never stays against grains of yesterdays pain,
with our backs against the wall, our backs to the wall, fist pounds against the wall
Voluntary death whose to choose as hollow soul turns foul drink soured fruits
Greeting back and forth harvester sewing panic mistaken grief in quiet relief
Lie to me plead with me fly in me hope lest loss haven't got belief
Sigh to please me be me dye me in sorrow's gray pain receiver
Bury my burden beside child inside minds secret lie
Lies come, lies go, lies become where none shown
Lighthouse shines patterns sky open holes beckons my fall
with our backs to the wall, our backs to the wall, fighting for places against the wall
Fade away fades away tomorrow never stays against grains of yesterdays pain,
with our backs against the wall, our backs to the wall, fist pounds against the wall

Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018

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