Every single night I pray;
my letters form a kiss.
IT blows through the wind, until it rests upon lips.
A metamorphosis that the butterflies imagine,
in an undecided fashion, when weather storms permit.
She settles scores with this and I just sit enchanted;
fireflies dance, until her wish is granted.
I listen frantic, to melodies of heartbreak.
IT feels so temporary, but she’s telling me IT’s always.
I’d die in hell, so my angel’s not alone.
And I’d swim in the mud, for a fatal drop of hope.
I dance to the chorus when the rain hits the solitude.
IT breaks into molecules; that’s her.
Another piece of me, that feels but can’t hurt.
I stand firm, in this apocalyptic breeze.
Until I finally fall apart and my confidence is breached;
And I’m gone..
Hear the sounds of a thousand broken spirits;
a man who wouldn’t lie and a crowd who won’t endear it.
Confessions of a clown that’s sounding so sincere,
when forced to always face the ground.
I wrote it down in quotes and lyrics.
I’ve got a ghost, but he never stays in touch.
Another hole to dig and another grave to love;
another fifth is gone, another day that sucks.
Another dream is dead as the summer fades to dusk.