The CommonI fell into this hole again. Oh how the walls and the pit seems so common in my life. Oh how dreadful it feels to be backed up into this round corner.The Common
And as I look up, the light shining bring from above, I see your silhouette as you shut the light out of my life, Taking that one bit of radiant hope that I have left, I ask why, why do you do this to me so, time after time!
Yet I come back, to this same hole. Looking in it as it devours my soul. It feels horrible down here, backed up into this round corner, These walls, now inscribed into my life. As I fell into th
Not Enough TimeI peered upon this silhouette of a hourglass,Not Enough Time
Not able to see the sand slip away,
Not having a since of time that slowly decays.
But I like to think that you would like it that way.
The countless days, we spent together.
Now the silhouette reveals itself, in its horror.
As now I realize that there is just,
Not enough time.
In the future,
When the nights are cold, the sun sleeps in.
I will think of you, my heart your within.
And until the day that I can see you again.
Forever I will think of you, my heart, your within.
EmbersHow wicked could you be! The steps I take through this empty corridor echo off of the plain walls. The plain walls that have been striped of their beauty. I can not find myself to leave this place.Embers
The luxuries all removed and the love torn down. Yet I do not move from this beat down shack.
I look at each wall, where each painting used to be. Trying to remember each brushstroke that you made, Trying to remember each nail I drove, Remembering each painting that, we, hung.
The carpets remain stained. My tears, they soaked right in, My spit, sat there like pre
The Bizarre Human ElementI died, I think, amid white winter blossoms and fragile lacy things.The Bizarre Human Element
Then white became yellowed and flesh became sallow, and blossoms were traded for spiderwebs, but not the gossamer kind.
Things got stranger, then, when I felt my eyelids flutter open to autumn twilight. There was a hurt woman, and I think I did it.
Those first few days of breathing golden air really got to me, and my eyes never stopped tracing the lines between disconnected objects.
It's funny; smelling time, knowing futures and eating thoug
