from ashes i come

you take bitter words from battered young lungs refrain – and re-frame from what you’ve become massacred moments of what was your past tainted old feelings that die with the last of hopes and off dreams when all you had left was your will to breath windows to a soul that can no longer bleed…

Fantoms

I don’t want to write – Of pure rage Of love And hate And under shame I want to forget -the cry out The battle pains But my past it Shows how the monsters rained From silver lined clouds Made of cold steal The thunder heads of gun powder made real The molten streets rain…

Trust again

If it was Not for the simple fact Of need And love And lust In fact Perhaps I’d be A little more lax But of course There’s no chance of that In stead ill scream Hate And cry But because I I can Is why I’m able to try Perhaps ill let go Of an…

Things we thought before

for every hand that could not find the pen to write between the lines we’re done with what was left behind so join us ones again there so many diffrent scares that mard their lips and staind their hearts and still we only ask for them to take small reflection remember who we were before…

For the lady

Lady lady of the night Who chose the black Above the light Who took your heart Who tore your skin Who left such scars Till none could come in As your hair – falls from your eyes Could what we see Be but shadows – left behind The ones who made Knives Out of your…

old lies

What are these things inside my mind within my ears circling inside? What are these thoughts could they be mine could they be trusted could they be lies What are these hopes but the promise of tears but the whispers that linger of old untold fears? What is this need for the things deep within…