Scrap Metal

Broken compass spins Without direction No force can stop it now Magnetic or otherwise -Kel Dayheart

Old School Sound

Saxophone sound soundly Within these clubs walls Jazz smoke sells well   Piano keys swing With pounding hands Dance floor grooving -Kel Dayheart

Unsatisfied

Scrounging and saving Still isn't enough To save myself Never enough to have enough Always wanting more Not satisfied with the here and now -Kel Dayheart

Let Them Die

Erase every cruel word you have ever heard Let them disappear into the abyss Never to be seen Nor heard from again Let them die with hatred In their hearts Corrupting their souls Some words are too cutting- Too harmful to be allowed To carry on -Kel Dayheart

Artificial Sweetner

Honey, you can keep crooning Those sweet nothings all you want But I'm not buying it I won't fall for flat flowery flattery It's like fake sugar No real value -Kel Dayheart

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