Shouting confession carries the ringing reverbirations in my voice to the deaf ears of those long past sympathy I scream and scream the daunting tales of a childhood deffered... of a love lost... of saliors and ships, heros and villians.. Oh i take the words and impregnate the air with their impotent emotions and feelings.. left lying unfullfilled due to their own lacking discharge oh baby i'm living this life for these words.. extending each emotion to the breaking point just to fill my heart and mind with things to say to sway the hearts of the masses unloved.. i martyr myself in the midnight sky to extingish the flame that burn't out years ago Just to carry the rhythm and beat of tragedy into the dreams of those who can carry on with the decay and accept it for what it is... life.. well the truth is .. i'm tired.. these words are no counsel for my tear stained smile... and if that smile strained to frown in your mid-day perfection.. i aplogize.. the truth is...i'm just too torn, too tormented and too tired to write... the words flow in perfect harmony...yet the complience in my hand is lacking they float in free form waiting to be plucked from the sky by the child who is first learning to count the stars.. And here i lie..counting the stars that smile down upon the fabric of your life..in envy of their watchful arms..