(2014)
There are things, we know we should do, and things we shouldn’t, but do them anyway, She thought that I was wrong,
Come to the place, come to the garden, to the grave. To the Garden of the dead. Come to where
With aging, are you sure your going to still be here? Are you going to tell me, you Didn’t make the mistake? I am going to wake,
There are things here, you don’t understand. The way they move and the way they love. Their laugh,
I’m sorry. I tried. I hate this life. Blood. Tears.
Without a goodbye my hearts aches my last words fell silent on your… I was blindsided by your cowardice my face left wet and red again. Why did I allow myself this false…
Dancing around the room, you fall to the floor and express your distress at your failure. You fly across the room
We lie, to ourselves we shrink within the confinement o… we lose ourselves. We lie to protect ourselves, from the prejudice of measly souls…
She sat there, said she loved you. You walked away, and found another. It broke her,
I am fine I keep telling myself, that over and over
BANG BANG BANG Goes the gun, as he falls, the
I lie in bed, thinking of what and how, how everything happens, and now I find myself thinking am I awake?
Sitting on the park bench, no one notices anything. I noticed you walking towards me nothing seemed wrong,
Music going getting louder and louder, as the night wears on. Calling out. Out loud,
Walking down the stairs, I run my hands along the railing, the cold metal chilling my skin making me feel more empty. Opening my door,