When your life is defined by a single action, it changes the concept of time.
Usually I’m quoting someone else’s words. The least I can do is give you some John Smith originals. They won’t be poetic. But they’ll be the truth. Yes, prison desensitizes you. But it also forces you to see what’s most important. Family. And loyalty. Because a con like you knows neither exists in this place. So don’t run from who you’ve become, felon. Embrace it. Grow from it. And you’ll never lose sight of what truly matters. That’s my final piece of advice, Wade Porter. You protect your family at all costs. Even if you’re forced to kill again. Because if i had to, I’d wipe out the whole planet to get mine back. So long, friend.
Ventriloquism is an art form, even for the greatest of architects. A synchronized decrease in time, Best we are lost without a compass.
One by one they mistake the plank for leisure. All aboard the sinking ship. Mermaids can survive underwater, we are not them. We are merely pirates. Dead mean don’t bite, oh we won’t bite!
With a heart preserved in brine and stars refuse to shine like diamonds, So far from picturesque. Maybe one day you’ll see the star you helped create shining on its own. A race for the sunset in glass slippers, I watch your feet sever the impersonation of Cinderella.
(HERE COMES THE STORM)
You’ve hit an iceberg, Sinking slowly down, Trying to reach the surface, In the end you know you’ll drown.
Let’s clear the decks tonight; I’m taking this to the skylines
your eyes are like the ocean, constantly changing from calm to rough.
Let’s clear the decks tonight. What we had now burns.
A syndicate of vultures and a parade of doves, who will you fly with? Oh this ravenous sea sits in my hand and thunder posses the other, The axis to the sea sickness.
In the manner of a painter and in the manner of his paintings, Your existence is the gold pirates forever search for.
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea. I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see. But if I don’t believe in him, why would he believe in me?
I’m looking at life in a strange new room, I may be drowning soon. Is this the start of it all? The world is turning on its side, this place is upside down. The world is turning - trying to hide, this place is upside down.
Behold the pale horse, the man who sat on him was death and hell followed with him. So I hear it’s the end of time and everything. I hear it’s the end of life and everything. When this earth breaks apart will you be there to pick up the pieces? Will you be there? Oh my God, Oh my God is this a bad dream? The hand of death has just cast its shadow across the sun, freezing over oceans and now the earth will stand fucking still. It’s time to pay for what I have done. It’s time to bleed for the all the hurt I’ve caused. I am my own worst enemy.
I look down at the grip of death choking the life from me and I realise that it’s my own hand. What have I become?
I am not afraid. I have chosen this end. I’ll embrace destructiveness with open arms. I am not afraid. I have drawn out this end. I’ll embrace self destructiveness with open arms.
My Dearest, I’ve missed you very, very much since that last night we were together, and will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come. I’ve been turning it over and over in my mind lately. I’ve read your letter through at least four times, and will probably read it more times before I’m through. I’ve been sitting here, looking at your picture and getting more homesick every minute. I’ve wanted that picture more than anything else I know of, except, of course, you yourself. I keep thinking of you, Darling, keep wishing I could be home with you. I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you, but things don’t look so good on that subject. But this war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone, I guess. I’ve never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now. I’m completely lost without you, Darling. I never realized I could miss any one person so much. I just hope it won’t be too much longer until I’m able to be with you again… and live a sane and normal life.
And now the road is empty as every promise is. If life is pointless then point taken, say Amen. So light another candle and point my body out to sea. Because your heart is no place for a wretch like me.
Another stranger passing, a common dissonance. If life is pointless then point taken, say Amen. So light another candle and point my body out to sea. Because your side is no place for a wretch like me.
When they unearth these passages. Will I appear to be proud? Not if you’re listening close enough. Not if you’re sounding it out.
I’ve drowned my conscience and cast another stone. I took to preaching while dancing on the code. I can’t see where I’ve been and only God knows where I’ll be.