I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

In the darkest night, A flower will grow.

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

It’s like waking up from your best… To find that it’s all gone. When you love someone who isn’t re… And you say, “I’m done.” It’s like swimming in Heaven,