Round and round and round we go
the music traps,the mirrors show
the faces beyond that grace bestowed
the truth behind the mask you moan
everything you ought to be
everything your purpose bleeds
round and round and round you’ll see
everything that’s meant to be
everything that’s out of reach
the music traps, the mirrors show
the nightmare kept-you’ve no control
Merry-go-round and round and round
it never stops
you can’t come down.

All apologies

All apologies spent
words fall to the floor
and I am left with broken glass
that I shattered as I swore
broke the table
threw the wine
I made a mess
the mistake is mine
all apologies aside
there is no reason
nor good rhyme
to tell you how I left behind
the wreckage you now
call a life
I have said so much before
dragged your heart
right through closed doors
broke what beauty once did give
then took it all right back again
I broke the windows
and tore the sheets
all that’s left of me it sleeps
deep within my bad choices
to keep shut lips and sink in sin
no more screaming
let it begin
I have watched myself in flame
dance and burn it’s all the same
I left you in dirty ash
then asked for your hand
your hand I grasp
you have saved me more than once
I burned us both and blew us up
we both broke but you are worse
for all the good I’ve thrown out first
left a visage in your head
of the words the lies I’ve fed
is this what
they call love?
Oh no my self
it’s called giving up
I broke the glass
shattered the sheets
the only good thing I made it bleed
I lost it all
in one quick movement
I break it all
I’ve no excuses
everything comes to a head
all I have is what I fed
broken bones and dirty flowers
this time I could cry for hours
having done this all before
I’ve no more words
apologies or scores
I cannot settle this much I’m sure
I can only bow my head
accept the shame and guilt I bred
I am what they call a coward
I took the easy road
and then I showered
you have given me so much
I do not deserve
but I will not give up
I may have nothing to say
in silence I will grieve my pain
one more story of my own failure
I’ll drink the guilt silence the flavor.

Holding the sun

Falling rather deeply
the feeling often sweetly
takes you by the knees
and breaks your heart
the world of our together
falls apart,
whether winter or in summer
blooming always hungers
for the versions of the sword
within your side,
feeling rather deeply
the mirror left so sweetly
reflecting the world still keeping
melodies and rhymes
upon the tongue
a world before the heavens
came undone
a moment before the spring
had held the sun.

In our image

In our own image
we stand corrected
in the visage
we become infected
ego driven and erratic
in our image
we don’t matter
jump the boat
to something better
broken bones
and repaired memories
in our own visage
we break free of weeds
garden them
and sow the seeds
we rewrite definitions
to explain our deeds
in our own visage
we remain so insecure
create our worth
while writhing on the floor

Danger sitting

Danger sitting in the bed
with a grown woman who’s said
I’m a girl in one way or another
this chick ain’t bad just immature
won’t grown up its kinda absurd
act in charge like they work so hard
crying like a child
when they get paid large
don’t know how to act
so they blame men
danger is sitting in bed with them
little girls couldn’t be so damn grown
twenty fucking something years old
danger is letting women be girls
you’ve already grown up
but this time is yours
just so you know it’s silly at best
make your own life
or you’re just making a mess
danger is sitting in bed with women
grown ass adults pretending to be children
this is what we’re left with
this is what we’re given


I just wanna escape
don’t want to think too much
just wanna play all day
forget the junk I have to do
just want to get myself through
don’t know the truth
drive through the night
all in my mind
thinking too damn high
I’m just stuck
just wanna escape
I’m too tired to
I just want to get through
want it all to be done
so I can continue

The land of the dead

Blessed be the mourning
the tragic and the brave
those who gave their sadness
without throwing them away
without disregarding reason
and eating the decayed
blessed be the mourning
who recognize the dead
to those that see them walking
and know what can’t be read
blessed be the mourning
as they know who needs who
as the dead keep breathing
the dying seldom do.

Forget, move on

So many promises
broken, lost and discarded
you never told me
what you really wanted
this is not okay,
no, it’s really quite disgusting
that my only crime is believing
what you told me,
so many little things left unsaid
didn’t take the time to be acquainted
you took to speaking words so confident
but you never came through
you never made good
just kept fucking talking
like one day you would
but one day never comes
it never gets better
until the final day when I forget forever
every promise broken let’s say that I forgot
I don’t really know you
just start new with what you got
so many broken promises
I forget and then move on