Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...

I still miss you when the rooster calls,
Waking me up to leaves that fall...

hush, for i'm praying, hush.
more often than i should, i still pray...

A river of tears is a river run dry
for we were told not to cry...

They say you may see ghosts
and things invisible on Halloween...

Is it selfish of me
to want you to smile once more...

All I see is black
when I close my eyes because...

when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...

you'd paint your sadness
in pastel colours...

Weak.
I know I am...

I want to remember the snow I saw with you
to cover the ashes beneath...

I could smell, through welling tears
the reek of sweat and clotted flesh...