Fine wine stinks of foul swine bile.
My favorite restaurants won't accept my good nature for credit.
And at the end of the day...
I step a little closer to lonliness.
I dig scabs out of my back with rusty screwdrivers.
There's just nothing to it...
No sensation.
No fiery explosions of genius.
My mind is parched.
My eyes are starved.
My heart has run dry.
And at the end of the day...
Stones bleed for me.
Time plays cruel jokes.
And I'm forced further down the spiral.
My fingers wrap around something
with blind desperation
-Salvation
but this time it lacks substance.
at the end of the day...
I keep falling.
After all my big talk.
After my vows of iron will, of stone heart,
the wind of the downfall just keeps kissing the back of my head.
I insist that you love me.
At the end of the day... that's what keeps me going.
When the well runs dry.
When the dogs run off.
When my mind turns to a bitter storm of sand...
so many thoughts...
of such little consequence...
It will have to hold me over.
Love will have to quench my soul's thirst,
until the rainy season comes again.
Cup my hands
and plead
for heaven's sweet release.
For angry skyward rumbling
and violent tears of inspiration from the pregnant nimbi.
Until then... love me,
Love me empty.
Love me as nothing.
I promise... some day,
I'll make me worthy of you.
Some day soon love.
