(2014)
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to