Crooked Spines

Crooked Spines By Kevin Robey November 23, 2013 Useless waste of space These tainted dreams of mine Burning in this place These crooked spines of mine I used my sleeve for make believe Wore it proud to show you how Deceive your mind so you can see These broken dreams I’m breathing now Believe me please I’m so strung out Replay these words when I am gone I want to shout and end this drought Famine of smiles, this is the dawn Sweet release don’t fail me now Take me from this blinding rain Give me resolve only faith allows To hold the reigns of runaway trains Can’t bow down to the blinding force Of my demise on this lonely trail Where self-defeat’s the ending source Of misplaced love sown in my sails Dead end roads are found here every day My troubled mind; a study of extremes Fake a laugh when the skies are grey I’ll close my eyes, and dream another dream