I lie here in bed, watching
the time wound of shadows...

Looking ahead
as the dark blue tides come crashing in...

As I no longer feel the
gravity underneath my feet...

Her sorrowful moan,
I hear it between the dead...

You've gotten so good at destroying yourself.
You implode with the soft gospels of the past...

I'm against the thousand doors to my heart,
and I'm not sure if they are meant to keep you in...

And there she goes,
Her and the painted night horse...

The cold shivered autumn
and her falling leaves...

I'm not the same person,
since you left...

I stare out the hotel window
the cold wind against my face...

Upon what memories of the past
that haunts you still...

I was knee deep in water,
far away from the...