That girl, looked at me, through her side parted hair.
This world, booked me free, on spot then and there.
I cried, like a child, at a time.
When she lied, frenzied wild, sloth is a crime.
I shout point blank, and live life like a harlot.
That black biker gang, silencers sound like a maggot.
Grunge is dead.
So they said.
I killed them.
Like R.E.M.
Grass is green.
Dawn is seen.
Evening is black.
Vanguards, Attack!
This black feeling,
Pours down from the ceiling.
I drown myself in red rum.
Rattle & Hum.
I was standing, in her lane.
I expected her, on her window pane.
I must account, for being insane.
I mocked at my nocturnal pain.
Every morning, and every day.
You give me the reason to stay.
For all the urban tears of sorrow-
You give me the hope of a bright tomorrow.
Anyone who disobeys-
Would be left to his own ways.
No eternal reward-
Can now save us from the Tudors sword.
No amount of worrying-
Will change the past recurring.
No amount of repentance-
Can change the past countenance.