Is It Wrong That I Didn't Cry?

I make the best of the worst I know

Aventhis Me Vs Me (Fightin' Man Blues).mp3

Shotgun Filibuster (Dark Country Music).mp3

Late at night.. alone with just your mind running... 

LYRICS:
Verse 1
The clock hums low, the city’s asleep,
I lie awake where, the shadows creep.
Thoughts keep turning, they never tire,
Flickers of regret, fuel the fire.
Tears fall quiet, I don’t even resist,
It’s the weight of what was, that still exists.

Pre-Chorus
I reach for peace, but my heart… it aches,
In the quiet hours… the pain won’t break.

Chorus (Expanded / Refined)
In the quiet hours, the world falls away,
Every shadow knows, what I can’t say.
In the quiet hours, I strive to forget,
Each breath a confession, soaked in regret.
I chase the silence, but it pulls me in,
In the quiet hours… it all begins,... again.

Verse 2
I see the faces, I’ve lost to time,
The words I never spoke, still rhyme.
Every failure, every scar,
Glows like constellations, from afar.
I reach for peace, but it slips like smoke,
The night holds tight, it never lets go.

Chorus (Expanded / Refined Repeat)
In the quiet hours, the world falls away,
Every shadow knows, what I can’t say.
In the quiet hours, I strive to forget,
Each breath a confession, soaked in regret.
I chase the silence, but it pulls me in,
In the quiet hours… it all begins,... again.

Bridge
And I wonder if you feel it too,
These quiet hours, that cut right through.
I whisper names, to the darkened air,
Hoping somehow, you’re still there.
In the quiet hours… I still hear your name,
In the quiet hours… nothing feels the same.

Verse 3 (New – Spiral / Relapse)
The clock turns slow, but my mind runs wild,
Haunted by echoes, that once were mild.
A photograph stares, from across the room,
Dust in the air, feels like perfume.
I beg for sleep, but it never comes,
Only memories beating like war drums.

Pre-Chorus (Short Reprise)
I reach for calm, but I find despair,
In the quiet hours… you’re always there.

Final Chorus (Expanded / Refined)
In the quiet hours, the world falls away,
Every shadow knows what I can’t say.
In the quiet hours, I strive to forget,
Each breath a confession, soaked in regret.
I chase the silence, but it pulls me in,
In the quiet hours… it all begins,... again.

Outro (Fade / Repetition)
In the quiet hours…
In the quiet hours…
It all begins,... again.

Lyrics by CJ, instruments and vocals created by AI.

In The Quiet Hours

Done with It!

Addicted to Disrespect

05 - Butch & Sundance Don’t Write Back

chasing-the-horizon.mp3

Heatwave of You

Storm-wet pavement,
Rain drips down her boots,
Lip-smudged vape pen,
Gasoline perfume bloom.

She rips the tape off her ribs,
Mascara streaks like roadkill oil,
Leather jacket, busted zipper,
Bike lane grin, back lane loyal.
Black lace caught on barbed wire,
Sweat-salt on her neck
Chain-hiss engine idles behind her—
Her breath ignites the dark like a fuse

Bite of copper on her lips
Anger in her knuckles rising—
The night leans in, hungry to bruise

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Foam-slick beer on the pool table rail,
He watches her cue crack bone-clean,
Jawline stubble lined with rust,
Hands nicked up from a midnight scene.
She leans in, breath like molten sugar,
Boot tip hooks his belt loop tight,
Tongue tastes whiskey off his collar—
DJ digs in his crate for a longer night

Bassline pulse runs through her back
His hand locked on her leather sleeve—
Her kick slams the speakers like a fight

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Alley steam curls up her thighs,
Tattoo ink hot beneath the tongues,
Silver chain pulled taut at her throat,
Heart beats hard between the lungs
She bites his ears, leaves a stripe,
Teeth shine violent as a flare,
Sirens smear against the skyline—
and she kisses him raw as they stare

Sweat fog dancing from floor to glass,
Exhaust desire, body to frame—
She drags the moon down by its hair

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Steel breaks steel,  they run from the crash
Candles burning, wax melts slow,
Boot heels pressed against the fractured chrome—
Her final smile blows the city to ash


Diesel Angel (Chrome)

Live each day like your last, because one day it will be

Done with It!

B-west

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