‘Solvent Love’
Through the cracks in your darkness,
I could see the light.
For one thousand years,
Or the rest of my life.
Building blocks could be laid,
If we had the time,
But running was always easier for you,
Than to stay and fight.
Pebbles sit on an empty beach,
Where the sand holds secrets,
We could no longer keep.
All these hearts we complete,
Will one day fail to beat.
Amidst this solvent love,
I stood in disbelief.
I stood in disbelief.
These moments are the only ones,
That matter.
For us to shed our sight.
But you sold your soul for the last time,
And all these peaks we did reach,
Were without climb?
The cultures collision,
Became to much of a warning sign.
Pebbles sit on an empty beach,
Where the sand holds secrets,
We could no longer keep.
All these hearts we complete,
Will one day fail to beat.
Amidst this solvent love,
I stood in disbelief.
I stood in disbelief.
‘The Hurt and The Harm’
Hold this piece of my heart
in your hands.
And watch as my eyes glue back,
To the side of my head.
Swallow my tongue with pride,
As you smile.
Your words are empty and hollow,
Just like your heart.
Because after awhile,
The hurt and the harm,
Are sure to become one.
Sometimes these walls we build to heal,
Are to high to leap from.
When the tide washes you in,
And the sun cracks your skin.
When the race has already started,
But you haven’t began to run.
When the distractions of the world,
Only wear you thin.
The hurt and the harm,
Do become one.
Sometimes these walls we build to heal,
Are to high to leap from.
‘Tied Knots’
I left footprints in the sand,
As a message,
That you could understand.
But stride for stride, I ran
From these tied knots,
That never mend.
The shining light,
That you shook to dim,
Falls a piece of this wound,
That I will never give again.
Blackened by your exit,
A shredding of what’s left,
Words that burn bright with sharp edges,
From these tied knots,
That we both knew would never last.
The shining light,
That you shook to dim.
Falls a piece of this wound,
That I will never give again.
‘Second Skin’
The past is a skeleton,
carved in clay, in time constructed,
Only to fall away.
I buried old scars, over these miles,
that your words had laid.
Spoke in silence,
While I watched the world decay.
Was it the symptom,
Or the cure?
Did these feelings condemn you,
Or control.
Finding fault,
Only leads to blame.
A collision course of the mind, feel no pain
A collision course of the mind, feel no pain.
The past is a skeleton,
carved in clay, in time constructed,
Only to fall away.
I buried old scars, over these miles,
that your words had laid.
Spoke in silence,
While I watched the world decay.
Was it the symptom,
Or the cure?
Did these feelings condemn you,
Or control.
Finding fault,
Only leads to blame.
A collision course of the mind, feel no pain.
A collision course of the mind, feel no pain.
