Robert Burgan

I sang so many songs in front of an audience of flaws
I broke so many skulls without laying a finger on their bones
I didn't apologize for breaking apart our family ties
I lay awake I'm out of time
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**I did not write this, my uncle did, I felt like posting it because it needs to be seen**
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Stand at the crossroads that darkened sky begins my story
Bereft of glory, I take my moral inventory
That's sure to cure me of my mental slips, relentlessness
And everything between the guy I was and who I am
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Shook hands with a ghost then we broke bread
Realize we relate ‘cause we're both dead
I have to hand it to you
You consumed me
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Swallow your golden silence
If you wish to remain complacent
There is a world of cruelty
Addled with suspense and vacant conversations
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Do you take this broken life to be your lawfully wedded strife? ?
Do you dream of skydiving into oblivion with the concept of doing it right? ?
You may have dreams of midnight seduction, I dream of midnight moons
Rooms landscaped by destiny, maybe I spoke too soon
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See a world of lost souls drifting like seasons passed
Sickness running rampant across the face they forgot to love
Scars and needle marks draped on them like table clothes
They feed off full plates, half empty cups and can't let go of the past they crushed
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Life behind the yesteryear
The cracking frame is mine
Pictures plastered chronologically
They are clear as day, I fantasize
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If time truly does stand still then I'm frozen in a time period
Waiting for my feelings to thaw
I used to like it better that way
Frozen solid in a time of comfort
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I think you're beautiful in anything you wear
The world's blind to what they can't understand
You went your whole life feeling like an outcast
When you learned identity everybody judged that
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Sit and wonder why I'm here, questioning my purpose
Demons hurt my pride and pulled me through the currents
They marched the Royal Road and stormed the Persian Gates
I was in a burning castle desperate to determine fate
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I sat with little Layla when her bones were getting weak
Cancer in her body spreading like rumors on city streets
I got to know her personality it was my job to keep her calm
She kissed me on the forehead as I held her trembling paw
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(On broken nights I sit in darkness handcrafting damnation with my unkempt claws the screaming silence rattles my eardrums I'm face to face with ancient flaws. As the walls begin to close, I begin to open wide; loneliness is a loaded gun ready to unleash the tortured soul inside.)
Sit behind my candelabra melting down like molten lava
Chanting hymns like tragic operas never place me in a genre
Destined to complete the saga win the war against the monster
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Spilling memories into the universe
My conversations with higher realms
Consider this a goodbye, a reboot or a memoir to my former self
I ingested you for so long
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Empty drug bags scattered
Empty souls drive circles
The morning sky cries tears of melancholy purple
Reflect on my folly, colony of ruins
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I watch the world crumble
Black dust and pure decay
I saw the skies resemble Armageddon yesterday
I see the end times coming
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Life behind the yesteryear
Cracking frame of mind
Pictures plastered chronologically
Getting jumbled by the plaques inside
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I sit perched over an Ocean of Emptiness
Alone and condemned, the world saw me for who I am
I stand naked, stripped of my reflection
Bare from the ingestion of the black hole beyond me
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When paradise got destroyed we were sitting behind our TV sets
Wondering how the world got this way
The generation gap became a gaping hole, the gaping hole turned into a void
The void became the soul
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If I would have died in that moment
It would have been ok
You are the world on an endless page
I am a moment in the flood
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