"Ghost of What Was"

In my body I stir
You never fingered me for murder
Bur that's not me down there
And me and time
We keep killing each other
Leaving me cured your pain
I never made you happy, did I?
Now the angel of death hangs in the sky
Over the roof of my home
These illusions of sadness
This blade of the night
Under the wolf-faced moon
Where I think about you
Realizing it was all too good to be true
When your legs get tired I’ll offer you my seat
I’m not Jesus but I can still wash your feet
My love, I might be--

"Stumble and Falter"

My son,
I am sorry
For these last tears
I am sorry loved-ones must disappear
I hope you learn to love everyone
The way I have loved you my son

My father,
I am sorry
Gathering small joys
Believing illusions of sadness is a choice
It is hard for me
Choosing to believe

Misplacing the love I always find in thee.

"Wait"

This black eye
These bleeding lips
They are mine
I wore them
For you
If you weren't blind
If only you knew
The wounds that hurt
The most don't bleed
But the distance between
Everything I need
Kills
And I would die for you
And forever see your face
Clueless to what I've been through
I'll die to make both our worlds a better place

"Memory"

tears roll onto her shoulders from the corner of my eye
silent, and stilll, we lay watching the sun rise
overwhelmed beneath this gilded sky
perhaps one day this will all make sense
the depth of sorrow whitch is limitless
the touch of her memory is meaningless