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Aside from photos in books
only memories linger
match places with times
and the occasional dead ringer
I remember a song
and how the melody rolls along
followed by a vague sense of presence
old comments and smells
they drift to me as well
transcending from some other better timeWhat was it you used to say…?
It eludes me me now
But what does it matter
what you said back then anyhow?
It’s really more a question of
where would you be today?
Haunting isn’t it?
really chilling isn’t it?
I hate to leave you this way

© FAKE 111

Got some “Pretty Hate Machine” goin on here

Whats it been, goin on the better of six or so years

I lost my best friend

and this other one moved on in

Perpetually adrift again

Its like a walkin gutshot

that never wants to heal

I know its ridiculous and all

but thats how I feel

kinda makes me want to nail my belt to a wall

Perpetually adrift again

And while you might say

its so silly and cliche

the stuff bad love songs are made of

I dont like this friend so much

the one who doesnt want to go away

so with this friend who took your place

and moved on in

Perpetually adrift again…

Come all ye faithless
lost and destitute
witness the marriage
of the Bride of the Dead
The Procession has gathered
on the steps of a crypt
beneath the bending willows
where angels have wept
The guests lined behind them
quietly laying, in row after row
silence is broken only
by the call of the crows
the vows are all secret
to all but the dead
and nobody living
need hear what was said
Recanting rites of passion
in spoken tongues of Latin
to love and to honor
obey and to trust
from ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
transcending all time for ever and on
spiraling through the great beyond…
MORS MYSTERIVM EST   SEPULCHRVM OCCVLTVM EST
           SOLLVS MATER VOTVM

© FAKE 111

A babe
An angel
A cherub amidst the snow
She knows the names
And the dates
Of all those who come and go
And if they be
Along after me
They too will know
The icy cherub
Winged and waits
To show the way
Out beyond the snow…

© FAKE 111

Bitter

Hey, something just occurred to me
I’ve been that bastard.
More than a couple of times,
we’ve all walked between those lines
And don’t worry
I’ve had to pay
I believe I pay every day
in a number of ways
I won’t explain
Whatever…So I walk the earth
among the living and the dead
and that is the direction
I feel naturally led     
and what is the ultimate crime
besides those that were left behind?
ah,that is a secret of mine.
And I am BITTER!
Some things are best not explained.
Only the names have been changed
images like tombstones
the memories dead
everything’s already been said
and I’m so BITTER!

© FAKE 111

aint it, and aint she pretty?

 FAKE

DOLL

© FAKE 111