No Going Back To Make Amends


Three thunderbolts in my back pocket
a can of kickass in my left hand
Evil gleam beaming into my right socket
echoes of a drugged out hippie band

Blasts of memories stinging my brain
of beautiful girls scantily clad
Seething blasts of hot dripping rain
washed ashore faces of girls I had

Memories sent to remind me of fate
knowledge of many past sins
Mercy, mercy tis' never too late
two loves are not always twins

Thunderbolts remind me to never sit still
as demons eat away at my soul
Visions I see against my stubborn will
eyes gazing so deeply black as coal

I blink quickly to wash it all away
begging for a much happier thought
Yet darkest evil temporarily holds sway
past deeds and freedom so falsely bought...........Tyr- 03-31-2014