Slave to Rock's blog: "Poetry by me"

We go out back for another cigarette and you whisper to me... I wonder what you're really thinking Do you just want something? Or maybe I should just let it be. Dressed eloquently for the nights affair, which maybe more literal than I'd expect. The clouds turn grayer and my mind goes blanker listening to you ramble on. You think I'm not quite aware but on the other hand it's quite the contrary. I know the true meaning of Another cigarette...

It is now 1:20 am and the entire world sleeps, but you, you strive on driven by a power that is unknown to you You wonder things You Ponder things that have never been of interest Like, "why do ceiling panels have bumps, does it really serve a purpose?" Or there is the ever popular "How are those Mets...really?" You start to write your own dictionary You insert words such as "quintupleobitism" and "moondoggy" The time goes by ever so slowly or is it whipping by... its starting to get really hard to tell you feel upside down, or maybe you feel as if you just experienced "quintupleobitism" You sit up with surprising speed as you relize its 1:20 am and the entire world is asleep

I wish you could see the sky the same way that I do Broken pieces and shattered bits will never tell the truth Left behind with a new beginning and not knowing what to do Never letting, never failing I always come back to you. I wish you could see the sky the same way that I do I wish everybody knew exactly what I knew And again I sit and tell you the same thing That we'll never be the same not for anything Come again, be a friend, just do what I do Let it go, let it show, just like I do I know you're not me but maybe you should be Or at least pretend the way that I do. Just pretend for the better, you'll never see it coming Just pretend for a blind eye looks better Pretend a promise was something never meant to be kept Let yourself go, Let yourself go, just the way that I do. . .

Like a calendar in a coma ward, the chill runs in a straight line. A brisk blizzard wind pulls it in. Never could a wave of distress Calm the nerves of the willing and end the thoughts of the daring. Perry and strafe the edge of reason. Razors edge and a day ends. Razors edge and a day ends. Razors edge and a day ends, and an alibi awaits. Pushed to the edge of caring, a nightless sleep forthcoming. Foreboding and shadows run deep, but shallow runs the razors edge. But shallow runs the razors edge.

I know that I'll be here waiting for you and oneday, you'll come home to me and you will see that I"m not the man you thought I'd be I've mellowed out and calmed myself down just the way you said that I should Please look closer cast your gaze deep into my eyes and you will see that mine have turned to glass.

Once you're gone I'll remember some of the things we used to enjoy together. As for now, you're here, and we'll keep making memories that I can remember, once you're gone.