Sitting under my blue sky of deception
The colors run every time it rains
Wrought
Brought forth
Fashioned from inception
My own hands, and I take all the blame
As the light goes out
Darkness with her bated breath
Waits out on periphery of the campfire
Decadence and violence
We do best
Burned out
Face-down in the gutter
Lowest point I could find to ground zero
Roll back
Alibis and skies are crushing
Do we paint with much too black a brush?
Rock and roll
What is it anymore?
Youth profound or profane to endure pa**ion in the back seat or at the foot of the cross
Going, going, gone
And finally lost