Missing Link

Missing Link

Out of myself begging to be
Flying across freedoms sky
To you I become me
I will not question why

The confusion is here
So rough it’s not to print
Hold on tight my dear
I’m going where my sanity went

Out the door
Is chance to late?
Going to back before
To change my fate
Will I grow tired here?
Begging for a change
All I see is fear
It’s strange to rearrange

Maybe same as before
All seems different
Entering the same door
Was straight now bent?

A puppet for show
The good inside sings
For happiness a chance to grow
While evil cuts the strings

I think it’s up to me
The fateful route to choose
One to feel free
The other to loose

Don’t say in any way
No not you my friend
Stop this you say
Listen to the message you send

I know I talk loud
It’s all bullshit for all to see
Maybe if I weren’t to proud
I to could go free
FenniganT 1996

Idea of You!

Sarcastic and hateful
The way you play me
Although never dull
I wish to be free
Your iciness
Chills to the bone
As your hopelessness
Goes on and on
Taken for granted
This love I gave
Acting as if I were related
To your worldly grave
Running blind foolish and all
The only time I stop is after the fall
Carefully peacefully I replace the lock
Despising the idea of you
A complete feeling of dread
You don’t even have a clue
Your living with the dead
With your running of mouth
It sickens my very soul
Why have you taking this route
Is misery your only goal?
Well fuck you now
And fuck you forever
No more will I allow
No not now not ever!
It’s up to you
Your life I say
You wouldn’t take a clue
I will stay away
I hate to see it
Closed eyes to you
My only regret
To you I will never be true….
FenniganT 99

Lies

Creating a stoned womb
Hiding in our deluxe imagination
The end is coming soon
For all of our imitation
Honesty bonds us tight
Straight talk is clear
Living is how we fight
When living in fear
Con our way through all
Avoiding the ones who see
Binding begins in fall
Spring to set us free
For we can not trust
These limits of unknown
We do as they must
In zero control zone
Immaculate our making
God we are all
Our little worlds are waiting
Our beck and call
Why we don’t know this
Not only I do you see
But all and forever this
Might and magic within the
Answer the prayer quick
My little one
I am about to be sick
With all this fun…….
FenniganT 99