Licquid emotions

lack of self esteem

causes one

when depending on the reliance of self reliance....

to fear and doubt his ability

to excel in life...

now when its time

to take your place....

in your stomach

you feel the butterflies glide...

and now the fights about to take place

and you feel as if you're alone at ringside...

late at night

when the sky is dark

the streets belong to satan

all else is Gods...

together we walk in satans scum

and never do we ever look down at them...

while walking through muck and mire

in the big wet city streets of desire

we watch them sign on the dotted line

an agreement to set their souls set on fire...

chasing their stingy wine

forgetting all about the pain

yesterdays overwhelmingly explosive migraine...

caught up in conversation

that leads to the mental frustration

of their trying to keep up

a stingy habit... with no occupation...

bewildered by their liquid emotions

that continuously flow to and through their wet brains

causing them to forget the delirious tremens and the oncoming pains...

the miserable emotional traffic... which they drive through

is something I would never ever wish upon you...

taking their complaints to the bottle

the onset of misery is in full throttle...

lying about the lies that

they lied about

sorry my brother

no more vacancies on the magic way out....

sights set too far ahead

and all the while

the desire to live

is very much closer to being... totally dead....

failed so often just could not find

ways and means to discover... the path back to ya mind...

no self respect constant damage from their own assualt

being subject to suspect... remember my brother before you empty the vault... default is your fault ...