Part 2 from Anybody Else by Nigel A. Wilson
She talks in her hateful tones
He tries but he chokes
House built on ungrateful loans
Shoved down a poor man's throat
Black eyes and blue collars
White powder on the walls
The water's slowly rising
When you've hit bottom, at least you can't fall
And when the writer's run out
Of reason and rhyme
The poorest will have nothing left
But alcohol and debt
And when the pipe has run out
Of solace, we will shine
In the sun
In a fearful sweat
Made out of Crystals.
Nigel A. Wilson is a writer, keyboardist, and singer. Contorting the past and futures of characters of his creation, he insists upon the long-form art of concept albums, weaving stories and sounds like silk from a spool. His tales of destruction and salvation thrive in allusion, a smoke-and-mirrors illusion of rock as opera.