Take Me AgainOne last inhalationand the river swallows me,me,newly alive, ready to cry and learnto lose all over again.
GrazeAnd they were as grazing lambs, chewing on diseased crops,aware of their fates but too lazy and spoiledto cry for help.These grains will, too, be my death, my promise.
Taking Off My EyesNo meaning, you foolThere is no hidden messageOnly random notes
Wake the Living -With Regret-The hours of nothing can seem so intense, like the static of a silence, the eye of a hurricane that never stops waltzing in and out again.Can I really go on like this?Can it keep me breathing long enough to see another blazing beginning? A wave crashes again on the lonesome Island, Another salty splash on open scars,The passion of tangled blankets and &