Talking To The Dead

Talking To The Dead

People say the nicest things to the dead,

But by then, it's just too late.

Why can't we say these things to the living?

Those who can hear such sweet sentiments.

Don't save these things for bodies in the ground,

Who's decaying ears will never again hear sound,

Who's dried out lips will never again form words,

And tell you they feel the same.

Speaking to memories of people lost,

Will never fill the void left behind;

Tell the living you love them,

Now, is the only time.

By J. Barrett

Miss (Your) Fire

Miss (Your) Fire

Since you've been gone
        I've been playing with sparks;
But nothing else burns like you did.

My life's been lacking focus
        like peering through smoke;
From the inferno that you ignited.

I tried to put out the flames
        but they just keep on burning;
Growing higher and overwhelming.

I've tried lighting others
        to fight the fire with itself;
But those flames of yours repel me.

By J. Barrett

To Kill

To Kill

                He killed a man tonight
        Put a gun to his head
And blew out his thoughts
                He killed a man tonight
        That somebody lies dead
But he'll never get caught

He deserved to die tonight
        He'd wronged something right
                Made another's life hell
He deserved to die tonight
        Without the chance to fight
                The trigger pulled, farewell

                He killed a man tonight
        An evil man, a monster
Who raped & hit & tortured
                He killed a man tonight
        He overcame and conquered
Disregarding this slaughter

He deserved to die tonight
        He was nothing if he was bad
                Worth only the bullet in his head
He deserved to die tonight
        Gotten all that he should had
                And now he lies still, dead

                He killed a man tonight
        And now he was the same
He could feel the evil burning
                He killed a man tonight
        And he could feel all his pain
And knew why he was hurting

He deserved to die tonight
        Or so he keeps repeating
                It's his mantra, it's his chant
He deserved to die tonight
        Even though life is fleeting
                He wants to forget, but can't

By J. Barrett

I Was You

I Was You

I have lived many lives,

Packed into this existence.

And I think that's the problem,

Because, you see, I was you once.

we even had the same name

but she had to die

She could have never lived on.

When the time came and she left me,

I knew it was right, but it still hurt.

And I think that is the problem,

I see a lot of you in her, her in you.

I've worn your shoes

your clothes

your hair

I was you once.

And I ran away from it all too.

By J. Barrett

Amber Wisdom

Amber Wisdom

Is there anything worse than drinking alone?

Yes. Being alone with no drink.

With no glassful to cloud those constant thoughts,

Your mind starts to do its thing and think.

At least with a drink firmly in hand,

Routinely pouring it all down your neck,

Those evil thoughts steadily subside,

And leave you feeling more less the wreck.

Your drink is the friend who never leaves,

Always listening to how it is you feel,

And offers that age old sage advice,

Tell 'em all to, go to hell!

By J. Barrett