Why does this caged beast sing While the world burns around it Lulled by deaf-tone melodies Placate with the newest of things And the prettiest of flowers Your false touch Prevents self-awareness And the knowing Of the absence of silence A force left sleeping On a bed of stories and verse Dreams like melted wax …
I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s so much more I can’t remember But I do know How much I miss The fallen leaves Midnight bike rides The old church Where I would hide And smoke But …
I made a promise To an old friend That I’d be back This way someday But a restlessness Sleeps down Inside me Burning questions In my heart Where in this world Can I call My home Where in this Do I belong I’ve walked a long road Full of beginnings When all I wanted Was …
Somewhere within These illicit words Is an addiction Strung out On hope Stained With screams Of regret Colored With mortal decay Left thirsty Stripped To its core Hollow, ruminating, replicating Through blank spaces Within the only thing We know as real Pounding These pages Left empty In the belief This all Leads To something Different …
I can hold you In my arms And tell you All the lies You've been longing To hear And mean Every word I say Because those lies Are the same lies I've been dreaming Of, for so long And we'll lose Ourselves In blind Blissful Ignorance
It's too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run For the outstretched Grasping hand Of assured And absolute Absurdity Of uncertainty
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can't let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In the spaces Between hello And regret Where They reside Waiting For you To decide If this is Heaven Or is it Hell
