stumbling across your
river you catch me
in the shores of your
gentle heart and i weep
mercy does not dawn for
my heart walking across
the earth like a gypsy
flees the holy spirit for
her sins calm is a blessing
that i did not inherit
the gods have no such
plans for me
ever
seen the eye
of a dead anything?
the jelly hardens
and one can see
the depths of hell.
where i haunt, i see those
eyes everyday.
they come in blue,
grey, green, hazel; but the brown
ones are most tragic.
in the hour of the last breath
before the cliff is jumped
and the red of the blood
has lost its vitality
and her lips die for words of regret
know that i have loved you
with all of my all
the universe stands witness to my sin
that when i choose to abandon you
know everything in my heart
has broken and spilled out
it is not easy to devout my all
to you
i cannot see
when you are not there but i charge on
in the lust that things will come
to a halt and i will rest
you are of war and i am a gun
without trigger
i thought i saw a light in the blizzard
i thought i had walked up to it
i thought it let me in
i thought it was warm
i thought it took my pain
i thought it made me happy
i thought it wanted me
the way i thought i wanted it
i now know i was blind in the storm
i now know i was crippled too
i now know i had been standing outside
where the cold held me down
i now know the liquids in my veins
and how i had cried
and even though i cant want it any longer
it will still never want me
words less spoken 