Fucked up and busted,
burnt out or rusted. Broken
glass and shattered dreams
of a fantasy held, but never seen.
Lost souls in a town of death
blood, sweat and the eternal meth.
wooden homes burnt and gone,
a hidden place so filled with wrong.
Drugs and hate with cider shots,
this is the place that love forgot.
Fucked up and broken
the devil himself has spoken,
he rules the town of deep despair,
The wooden town that time forgot,
there’s one road in, and it’s full of rot.
Broken souls and spirits high,
as someone, somewhere, begins to fly.
He takes from their soul
a bit at a time,
feeds them back life,
built upon crime.
A fantasy once, held by mans dream,
to recreate life an image he’d seen.
Memories of old in the wood that he sold,
to have and have be
the stories to keep…
a holiday for life, a home where you’d sleep,
but the devil did see the dream
that would be,
with its one road in that
led to the sea.
And the universe screamed,
and the universe saw,
the dream that was built right there at the shore.
She sprinkled down sand,
and skies of deep blue,
and added souls with hearts
that were true.
She shot out the stars
that covered the sky,
these were the light
that lit up the dark.
And the devil despaired
and the devil does fight,
he’ll do what he can to banish this light.
Shattered glass and splintered dreams,
lost souls fraying at the very seams.
There’s those that see, the dark and the lost,
the eternal damned, societies lost,
and those that know
of one mans dream,
never made but always seen.
Karen Hayward ©2016