phoenix138

nothing to do here and nowhere to go here smoking in my bed is the best that I can do indoor heat's rising anchorman keeps lying leather jacket waits and I think I should leave home the town is dreary and I might look eerie eyes set down on pavement in dull suburbia nobody's laughing and nobody's knocking on your door with offer to go somewhere away mood is medieval in both good and evil devils pull the strings toss the coins with all our names strange urge to kill is coming like a cheap thrill we have to resist and fight our demons back nothing to do here and nowhere to go here love is just a term and hate is sold on streets

the sun is shining but world outside is black and white after the loss of a loved one and I just don't know where do we go 'cause it's beyond my apprehension what will be there? meadows? sunshine? smell of flowers? no matter what all of us will find out one day when we'll be torn from between earth and skies sleeping eternally after saying goodbye is sometimes the greatest relief after the torment of body and beautiful soul and the last breath at 2 a.m. will fade away but will also stay written in our hearts and we'll see each other soon

black leather gloves threw me out one day threw me out on dark wet streets out in mild rain in the skin of little doggie the rejected one which forgot to take it's meds only to realize that meds are useless into the void into the mouth of greedy duct everyone's letting the sleeping dog lay day after day to waste away as the cold rain falls through sad vacation dirty dog's standing on it's shivery legs considering which slum should it choose anyway in the end of slowly dying day coughing is echoing through sounds of boots

every holidays are gloomy when you're raised by shades of subway born unwanted and rejected sitting on cold dirty pavage ignored by eyes set straight forward subway kids with needle chest trains keep coming nevertheless one day rain will wash away the other side of struggle

play it again, Mr. Waits my feelings are getting stronger and nineteenth cigarette burns out like a midnight lullaby at drunken Saturday night at piano playing moon only stray tomcats crossing the streets at Virginia Avenue in a little rain can understand now how all these drinks work when I'm lonely here short before the closing time so I never talk to strangers but women in red shoes in shine of diamond squares send shivers down my spine in shades of downtown trains in sounds of blind love blues I want to hang down my head before the long way home in my new coat of paint before the closing time and get lost in all dirt in the cold cold

windy days won't stop us no longer from underground realm we come out at night putting on our second skin we're loose we're wicked young and drunk destroying ourselves in the name of lust for better memories better times so put me on fire my punk rock queen 'cause I'm hungry for you and your blood red lipstick no more obey and no more rules the future is unwritten when we're born too loose

sheer away from dolorous disgust with mankind escape the cities and join the spirits of tumultuous desert morning dew and meadow sage will be your siblings in a dreamless slumber escape the concrete jungles and rivers smokestacks walls grassless hills follow the rainbows beyond bleakness of vigorous eyes and prophecies

I. the lamps, that blinking lamps and million of mini flames illuminating faces at six in the evening wet roads, cigarette smoke and mirrors drawn behind glass one bored ordinary hoping being one of millions II. red glare, reflecting off walls and book of art on the table black coffee is still too hot and so is this January tuesday hours lost like girl in dense forest thanks to millions of thoughts limitless cycle of wishful thinking every single goddamn day III. nicotine scented flowers inside and smothered black lungs on a shelf even so many sounds many voices from the screen effects caused by excessive daydreaming b