I Mutter My Monologe

I sit in this empty chair.
Looking at my empty walls.
Look at them look at me.
This loneliness makes me smile.

In a blink I'll seem to stare.
Eating away these lost laws.
Taste the kids baby.
I need to lay here awhile.

I mutter my monologe.
Paint scenery in fog.
I'm a blind mans walk and a crippled mans dog.

But to clear the air
I'm always there to be quite fair.
I must make it to where...where...?..I dont know...anymore...

Tragety strikes like men on bikes that pass by while you walk.
FUCK!
Suck this poison from my wounds.

Then i found her on me.
Dancing like an army.
Clever is the ruse.
Using it to use.

I am not without reasonable doubt. Off the hook. This thing gets me out. GUILTY!!!

I'll get you out. Being the bird i am building a bridge to the nest i make for you.

But one day I'll fly away.
just before you learn to fly with me.
It has to be. Or a cripple you'll always be.

So now...

I sit in my empty chair.
Looking at these empty walls.
Look at them look at me.
This loneliness makes me smile...