The Victor's Road

On my road to redemption

No exemption from this ascension

Bursting out laughing

Just to release the tension

Not to mention

That my henchmen

Prevent me from my big win

Cause they're all broken tin-men

Sinning their unforgivable sins

Because the blacksmith

Forgot to give them all hearts

Why must I suffer for the death of a lost art

Please, let go of my coattails

So I can float to the top

You're weighing me down

And it has to stop

Victory isn't gained from

Carrying dead weight

You're a transparent mass of misplaced hate

Don't despair in my success

Go get your own

It's time to take you're own quest

It's time to build you're own thrown

About A Girl

About this girl I knew

About this girl I remember

She was the apple of my eye

From January to December

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year

Turned into decades

I've spent so near

To a girl I've never uttered a word

I know this situation seems absurd

But she was intimidating

Beautiful too

And I was afraid

This much is true

I thought I had

All the time in the world

To muster up the courage

To speak to this girl

But now I'm leaving

Gone on my way

But the girl of my dreams

She will forever stay

Better Days

Dedicated to the standard

Of the olden, golden

Good old days

When I was not beholden

Frequented by dreams

Of the dead and gone

Mind games to be played

In my head all day long

Looking for an excuse

For this noose around my neck

Preemptively forsaken

In my journey's endless trek

Positively breathless

With a negative outlook

Dark days ahead

Look like chimney soot

Blacker than black

on the brightest of days

My future is clouded

In a regret shaded haze

Stuck in the pattern

Of old stubborn ways

I've given up

On life's tangled maze

If I Was A Zombie

If I was a zombie

Tell me what you would do.

Would you try to get rid of me

Like the gum from under your shoe.

Would you scream in surprise

As I reached for your brain.

Its not my fault

That I just can’t be tamed.

Its hard for a zombie in times of distress.

People blame us for things

And it gets me really depressed.

Misunderstood, you could say that again.

Sometimes I feel like the world's got it in.

For all us Zombies

And that's just not right.

So.......

Tell me.

If I were a zombie

What would you do?

I would like to know

Just in case...