Broken compass spins Without direction No force can stop it now Magnetic or otherwise -Kel Dayheart
Old School Sound
Saxophone sound soundly Within these clubs walls Jazz smoke sells well Piano keys swing With pounding hands Dance floor grooving -Kel Dayheart
First Fall
Ruddy cheeks and nose Bright eyed, wired From the first season snow That lingers in the air -Kel Dayheart
Unsatisfied
Scrounging and saving Still isn't enough To save myself Never enough to have enough Always wanting more Not satisfied with the here and now -Kel Dayheart
Winter Again
Cold again Can't seem to retain Any sort of warmth Ice forms Down to the pores Suffocating all heat -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #43
That's it? They're a friend of mine you know. He let is pass. He knew perfectly well how cold it was.
Let Them Die
Erase every cruel word you have ever heard Let them disappear into the abyss Never to be seen Nor heard from again Let them die with hatred In their hearts Corrupting their souls Some words are too cutting- Too harmful to be allowed To carry on -Kel Dayheart
Artificial Sweetner
Honey, you can keep crooning Those sweet nothings all you want But I'm not buying it I won't fall for flat flowery flattery It's like fake sugar No real value -Kel Dayheart
Adventures Await
Where is your sense of adventure? That longs to climb trees Travel off the beaten path And venture into the unknown -Kel Dayheart
Differences
The outcasts Of all the outcasts Is a very lonesome life But why, oh why Would we rather be With people like us Than meeting someone new -Kel Dayheart
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