The shining road to joy

Sitting silent with a brick
made of something white
if it crumbles
sniff it twice
so judging eyes can call it vice

laying close with hollow hearts
eyes wide open and knuckles tight
If she cries
close your eyes
and prying eyes will say that's nice

cubicle cold and walls curled close
dry tears and cold feet
lead the way
to an icy home
plead for tomorrow with hands soaked in today's sacrifice

A head on the wall
her in the bed
the trophy's cool
and so's the ring
but the ring of icy dread is the new days price

the liquor's cool and the bullets warm
the past can puddle but the future rains
no greed for bullets
just one will do
they won't say what's next
but they'll tell you
everybody dies