In the isolation
I can feel at home
alone in my shadow
room for me to grow
the solitude much different
different than in crowds
like flying over water
instead of in the clouds
in the isolation
I drown myself to sleep
feeling rather numb
I drink the water deep
feel my lungs grow larger
feel my heart explode
in the isolation
I find the room to grow
shadows in my eyeline
water on my soul
in the isolation
I find a better home


Wedding bells are ringing
and we are all alone
no one comes to witness
the falling of the snow
we have been abandoned
don’t know what we’ve done
wedding bells are ringing
and no one’s here to hear
as all my joy spills over
all our love forever untouched
we are all alone here
but just you is enough

No sleep

I find myself still running
running down an empty road
the world has all but ended
though I know I’m not alone
I feel the eyes still watching
watching from under stone
I find myself still running
even though my bones grow cold
I cannot see before me
and do not know what comes
from running with your feet up
running with no gloves
I cannot see before me
can’t hear the sound beneath
the world has all but died here
but still I cannot sleep

Flesh unmoved

Isolated once again
grace of God my only friend
the human side that lacks all faith
finds no comfort while I pray
alone this flesh begins to break
slowly into last mistakes
decayed and sadden
all but broken
lost and all my will unspoken
isolated all alone
this human flesh aches to the bone
I cry to God for relief
my soul feels comfort but not my feet
flesh it yearns for another touch
someone else to feel the rush
connected and quite tethered too
my soul it tends to flesh unmoved

Turning the mirror round

Talk, talk, talk
but no ones here
to listen
speak the words
but nobody will care
even when they say
they’re there.
Everybody wants
a little communication
talk, talk, talk
but no one gives an ear
even when you speak
the words so clear
silence is the answer
give in to fear
or rather just admit
it took too much to hear.
Talk, talk, talk
but never comprehended
sometimes all we know
is silence in decision.

Playing house progressively

White bells and wedding cakes
don’t know how long it takes
everything comes to a close
where nothing dies
but everything grows
perfect skies and perfect weather
friends and family gathered together
nothing here but left behind
girls they dreamt now those dreams cry
nothing yet has come to pass
girls turn to women women at last
but all the gardens have grown cold
nothing left they are all alone.