The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...
Stepping forward to the past
on the path you tip toe...
I crash upon her boney shores
praying to suffer no more...
Built up walls around me isolation
dark matter of my own creation...
Buried my past with my bones
I raise my glass; I'm not a quitter...
She sometimes lives as if she's all alone.
Voices have her attention while she stares into...
Hades, I implore you! Cut this zealous string
so that I may again laugh and sing...
The rising waves of fear
Surge within...
Every morning,
just before dawn...
She sat in front of the mirror
and started to braid her hair...
i smelled like clean crisp pine trees
and she was my forest fire...
Colored crayons
scribbled messages...