Running In Place Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Blowing smoke through a dream.
The image is fading fast.
The hope never lasts.
Too much dust in your eyes.
Blinded by the disguise.
Who is this guy.
The martini has gotten a little dry.
Then its all gone.
All gone.

Just trying to survive.
Just trying to survive.

The pain never fully goes away.
Just short intermissions inbetween so it seems.
The music is still playing about that demon.
Horns of hades
Maybe I am a little crazy.
But I'm a genie in bottle.
Waiting for the right moment to let loose.
And just be free.
Just be free of all this monotonous mediocre agony.

Just trying to survive.
Just trying to survive.

Some question if I even have it in me.
But I still hear the whisper of destiny calling me.
Waves are crashing down and if I don't swim I will drown.
The way of this twisted warped shriveled up round little world.
Sometimes the aggrivation just makes my hair curl.
Looking for all the missing peices in a mirror.
Wondering how I ever could have aloud it to get this way.
A cold sluggish beating heart.
Watch out the fire is about start, start, start.

Only to watch it all fall apart.
Even the cinders don't look quite right tonight.
Its as if someone has been standing in light.
The darkness before the dawn.
A backwards awkard ending silence.
The legs of this table are once again folded out.
The cards are layed.
And the game starts to be played.
Tokens are toss and somebody wins and somebody loses.
Betting is the one who chooses.

Just trying to survive.
Sometimes its just so hard to tell if I'm even alive.
Even when the body moves the way I do.
The echo of a forgone conclusion.
It brings me this unending high.
Its almost if I like it, I desire it.
A taste for the evermore.