(2014)
She looked at him with dark secrets her eyes danced like tiger lilies the shame hidden
No satisfaction never solace in the midnight air walking I’ve lost
The darkness creeps inside me like tiny ripples in the sea slowly tearing
I ran my fingers Over my tight skin It felt warm And sticky As I traveled
Riding fast she paid no attention broken mirrors it wasn’t there it was in the half left shield she noticed, it was her, it was her face, deep lines
Not a Monet... Can’t repeat never the same scene nigh will
Who am I... But this old birdhouse Teetering Over the sea Waving around
I feel so good love is in every form I get what I need always It’s a gift
Sometimes... I realize I want to share more
Your cold shoulder feels like ice are you willing to sacrifice I remember that song
As I sit here, alone I wonder Why is it I want you Why do I feel like
Dancer, Dance under the pale lit moon To the aging familiar tune While daisies die
Sometimes I feel the words being driven out of me
She stood motionless Captured and cursed To be the devils mistress Screaming to be free Oh, but you may never be
Crazy voices seap through the walls telling me what I don’t care to hear nevermind,