ever

sunrise has never been a friend of mine
cuz I dance with the devil every night
I'm still killing myself over time
cuz I've lost my taste for the fight
but I'm gonna lay down my effects
and take up arms again someday
I'm not lost, just need a little rest
I don't need to be shown the way
I may have gone a little rotten
but when I wake from the dead
you'll see I've never once forgotten
how to walk where angels fear to trade
These streets may be broken, but if you have the will
I'd be honored if you'd walk along with me
The bridges smoking in the distance can be rebuilt
for what is never really lost can ever be

x marks the spot but you burned your half of the map.

So youth withers into decay
like roses once given away
and I've had enough of yesterday
of ardor that will never stay
and secrets kept, year after year--
so many are planted here
hidden from the one called dear
to my heart forever cohered.
Nothing has changed or is the same;
on yellowed pages, I scrawled a name
still glowing within a lingering flame
a treasure that never shall be reclaimed.

I will dance with you at your brightest
and rage against the dying of your light
but I will love you at your darkest
and stand by you through the night.

nightmares & reveries

i'm too tired to feel broken
cuz i haven't slept in days

and when i close my eyes to dream

you are waiting in the haze

the objects in the mirror are closer than they actually appear

as all the doves around me
took off on light white wings
i looked behind only to find
i seemed to be missing mine
i perched on a birch
staring across a distance
i could cross in an instant

if my wings weren't missin'

but i have my two feet

there's a road that's concrete
so i will walk, i will run
and that should get it done
i know i'll arrive a little late
but i know it's worth the wait
for something that is true

but i wonder, do you?

devout

once again we step into the box
and quietly close the door
side by side, across the divide
we kneel upon the floor
here in this sacred place
that no one else knows
we confess our hopes and fears,
all our dreams and woes
but we always leave apart
with only the counsel we've received
and my lonely heart tries not to doubt
this religion I've long believed.

one versus the horde

I'm a lover not a fighter,
though I will fight for love,
but when the demons take me
and no one fights to save me
how can I hope to rise above?