(2014)
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
