I can’t take much more
All this death at my front door...
Ideas of dying
have long been replaced, all while...
"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...
Bombs over Iraq
Blasts on the roof...
Upon one morning they buried my soul
as if my limbs were rooted; not...
I sometimes can
still hear your voice...
There are demons clinging to my soul,
scratching and tearing at it...
Climbing up she floats now towards
Yellow barley fields swaying in harmony...
I befriended your demons once...in attempts to...
Slept with them, came face to face with dark eyes...
I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees...
I swear Jesus cried that night.
It was Friday, and the skyline...
Tell me all your thoughts about the
stars that fill the moon lit skies...