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(The commas are placed where there are pauses. It goes in a kind of rhythm....)



I cant believe what you just said
I cant believe that you are dead

You looked at me, Turned your head, said that you, would soon be dead.
"Listen close, her it goes, the last words of a poor old soul."

I cant believe what you said
I cant believe that you're now dead

You told me not to chase them girls, you told me how to change the world,
You told me gold can come from crap,
You told me to never ever go back, On my word, because, in this world, you sure need friends.

I cant believe all the things you said
I cant believe that you are dead

You told me things, about your past, you said that you could never look back,
On those days, when it would rain, the days that you spent in the drain,
A lonely man, lost and alone, you told me these things, so I would know, what its like, how it's been, to live with the pain like you did.

I cant believe the things you said.
But now I know that you are dead,
but the words you spoke can't be undone,
They'll be with me till I'm gone.

Feelings in the Air.

I feel it.
Change is in the air.
I don't know from where or how it got here.
I'm not sure if its the type of change I can bare.
And no one seems to be aware.
But I can feel it in the air.

I'm not sure if it is for the better.
Maybe global warming plans to make the world a little wetter.
Or maybe humans will change forever.
People seem to be getting fed up.
But every time I look up in the sky
I know why
Because i can feel it in the air.

Sometimes I sit and wonder.
Will I be alive when the world turns asunder?
Sometimes I sit back and ponder.
Will I be different from the latter?
When the apocalypse comes
And the world is done
Will I be happy with what I've done?
Will I be one with myself or will I succumb
Not sure if I can win.
Its a trap that I'm stuck in
A black hole I was sucked in
Yet, its all in my mind.
How could anyone not see through the disguise?
It should all fade away, if I try.
But for now i sit back and think,
When the end of days comes,
Ill see what I'm made of,
And I can feel it in the air.

The Drifter Pt. 1

I awake.
Its half past four.
There's someone knocking on my door.
I get up, the blanket falls to the floor.
There's a strange score, of music, flowing through my head.
I open the door, to find a man half dead.
"Please can you help, a poor man out, would you mind if I came in, and slept on your couch?"
He was a drifter.
Traveling alone.
Without a place, to call his home.
I felt sorry for this man, who traveled alone.
Without even a penny to call his own.
So I welcomed him in, and he told me a story.
About a strong willed man and a girl named Laurie.
The tale was tall, and I didn't believe it.
But the man looked tired.
I gave him a blanket and we retired.

I awake for the second time, a quarter to noon.
Morning always comes to soon.
As I walk out of my room, wipe the crust from my eyes.
Look on the couch, and realize the poor man had died.
Tear stains on his face, Scared look in his eye.
Im thinking, why did this man have to die?
And why did he come by, in the first place?
Was he sent for a reason, is this fate?
Invisible hands grip my throat, leave me gasping for air.
I fall backward, and land in a chair.
I look over to the table next to me.
A note is there.
Is this destiny?