We wash our hands with
the souls of the forgotten...

Yesterday, I stood in
front of our Courthouse...

Love is a time machine
that entangles around your mind...

October is freely bleeding
from our veins...

I wish it could all be different.
I wish fear wasn't two-faced...

You offered a possibility of reprieve -
of rest I couldn't quite comprehend...

Free flying air veins behold
naked smiles...

Father built a wooden stable
under our frozen pine trees...

My cherished December,
I long for the moment when my soul will be freed...

I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...

And if I could stop giving you power I would.
If I could banish you from existence, I would...

I think for myself and bury my dreams
where others have dried the soil...