I walk through silent rooms
that harbor shadows of our past
I wake to whispers in the night
your spirit's form is cast
elusive, though touching every thought
a distant, haunting view
I hide my grief
a shroud I wear
that folds its grip round you
I begin each day a penance paid
pacing my empty cell
awaiting healing of the soul
when light peeks through this hell
like dew returned by morning Sun
I ask you wait for me
to leave these silent rooms we share
our spirits walking free

I get drunk to forget myself
And for a little while, pretend I am someone else
Tortured souls feel the most
And me myself and I, don't mean to boast
But I've seen all the coasts

Swallowing me up whole
Pretty words don't mean much when I constantly drink in the ugly
I used to think alone was better
That if I was the one to hurt me
It would feel better than leave myself open for someone to scar me

But the winter winds are blowing from the skies
And this autumn jacket lining is frail and thin

Sipping on bottles of reoccurring notions
Soaring through broken promises

Don't leave me lonely
One foot, another day
Once more, the hallowing wind

Floating through
The inky nothingness
So lonely
searching
For a place to call home
I hate to be cruel
But I must ask
That you stay away
From me and
my abode
For you see
I'd rather not get crushed.

There once was a time
when I'd defend
those eyes.

Every eye is a chasm of beauty, the entirety of the soul.

That was a year ago.
My perspective has changed,
like the sound of your name.
I'm no longer familiar
with those eyes.

I'm scared.