photo by: Uncleweed
Left adrift upon the ocean Curse the tide…fighting for the shore In windy hell the storm clouds rain Can’t offer something more Seek the mountain through the valley Ride the sky that you adore Crash and burn in time…the mountainside Falling through the door. Words of concern roll into the ether Her reply…bitter to the taste He swallowed down the pill she gave to him He’s a big, big waste. Shadows in the open Mark the time he hit the strings Found the music out of tune…he played Heard the lies in everything For certain paid the Devil Looked into what she said Found that he could not trust a thing The song echoes in his head. Wicked is the ocean Adrift like he was before Silently the winds of hell they came And pushed him to the floor.