Never Living Boy

*All sounds by Jon Warcholak*
© 2009 Jon Warcholak

No Man (cut-off)

Not Waiting:

Eyes older.  Fascination seek.
Wise holder of a firm belief.

Fade ’til dawn and I fail to wake.

I waited around today for you to kill me
not gonna wait for yesterday, or what you will be
I’m gonna knock upon your door.  Don’t keep me waiting!

Mind, isolation, overtime.
Find Cultivation. Ruin. Rime.

Fade ’til dawn and I fail to wake.

I waited around today for you to kill me
not gonna wait for yesterday, or what you will be
I’m gonna knock upon your door.  Don’t keep me waiting!

Fade ’til dawn and I fail to wake.
Breakthrough morning and take the rein.

I waited around today for you to kill me
not gonna wait for yesterday, or what you will be

Not waiting. Not waiting yet. Not waiting. Not waiting yet.

I’m gonna knock upon your door.  Don’t keep me waiting!

*All sounds by Jon Warcholak*
© 2020 Jon Warcholak

Not Waiting

Guitar solo by Chris Peters
All other sounds by Jon Warcholak

Shade:

Suddenly aware. Paralyzed. Stare into low light.
How could it be? They’re closing in surround. Fight or flight.
Hearing the other, disembodied voice override
Quickly recover. Go now quietly run and hide.

Fly. Terrified. Recognize. One ally.
Cry. Realize. Go awry, then, you die.

Looming Stars. No looking back anymore.
Twilight scars are gonna be made before…. You sleep.

Now it’s real and they’re coming.
Down. Conceal. Time is running out.
How d’you feel?  Sober, Honey?
Shade to get out.

Mid-Escape plan:  Out of breath and out of your mind.
Look down, Shake hands. Listen up or be left behind.

Sigh. Lift your eyes. None nearby. Will you rise?
Deny. Amplify. Unify. Do or Die.

  Looming Stars. No looking back anymore.
Twilight scars are gonna be made before…. You sleep.

Now it’s real and they’re coming.
Down. Conceal. Time is running out.
How d’you feel?  Sober, Honey?
Shade to get out.

Now it’s real and they’re coming.
Down. Conceal. Time is running out.
How d’you feel?  Sober, Honey?
Shade to get out.

Steps in pace, something running
Turn to face, but see nothing now
Feel the space. It’s over honey
So you get out.

© 2021 Jon Warcholak

Dusk Rustler