My memory is shot Someone has taken it Out back And put it out Of its misery -Kel Dayheart
Douse It Out
There is not enough wine To drown out the sound Of your laughter While she is in your arms Instead of me -Kel Dayheart
Indistinguishable
I am the cornerstone Of this moment I am its heart It consumes me Until I am Only this moment -Kel Dayheart
Crass
Tactless, is the way you speak Especially, when speaking to me -Kel Dayheart
Scrap Metal
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
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
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