Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Wait just a second.

And the whole world passes you by.
In the blink of an eye
The pulsaiting veins
Drone to a painfull rythm
We ask to be forgiven
From the stars
And dive bars
Sad creatures
Paste smiles
Above push up bra’s
Fake tits
And vagabond scars
And she swears I’m diffrent
From the mix of our perfume
So I lift her, pull her from the rubble
All this trouble for a [...]

Here

I am gone
Hardly
The ghost waits
To haunt more dreams
And it seems reality
Has become the string
In which to sew
I am the hero
All singing and dancing
Alpha male
Kicking over
Empty water pales
The rain doesn’t collect
In death valley
I burrow in the sand
And we embrace
Soul to hand
And I invision
Big bands
As we make our stand
In a burlesque wasteland