‘Twas a gust of wind against my face
That woke me to the evil of this place
And I knew from that moment on
I would live to hate the wonder and charm
It was lost on me
Something was lost in me
Quiet screams inside my head
You wish you knew what was said
But this silcence is all you get
And your angry stare and look of shock
It was lost on me
Something was lost in me
So we separate and leave the dust unsettled
All was lost on me
Something was lost in me

Little light in the dark
Guid me home,
Don’t leave me all alone.
Away from here very far
To a place I’d adore.
I can’t igore how I feel.
This love isn’t real.
No more.
No more.
I must go.
Beating heart please be still
I can’t take anymore
I need peace and quite
To remember how to breath.
I need love  and affection to remember what is real.
No more.
No more.
I must go.
And to think I thought I loved you.
And to believe in something untrue
Is a heartbreak I wish on no one.
Not even you.
No more.
No more.
I must go.

My mothers always asking me to **** her garden.
Always nagging me about the garden.
I shrug and moan but always fold.
I always end up weeding the garden.

The twisted vine spread all about.
Hot sun beating down on my brow.
Every root I pull pulls back somehow.

The dirt on my gloves caked and cold.
The sweat tortures me so.
This garden is my enemy now.

I plot against it in my sleep.
Thinking of ways to end my grief.
Poison? Maybe, I don’t know!

I hate this garden but I will conquer it!
I will tear it apart untill it’s clean.
Free from green death.
Over bearing shrubs!

My mother’s always asking me to **** her garden.
And somehow I always do.
Always out in the lifeless heat.
Always out on my feet.

Goodbye garden, see you next season.
The war will begin again.
The nagging.
The garden.

If I could draw you a picture
So beautiful, so lovely.
Of you.
And only you.
I would draw it and lay it beside you.
You.
And only you.
Cast a spell.
And spread  it upon you.
Wrap you up in my arms,
And never let you go.
You.
And only you.
From now untill forever,
It’s just you.
And only you.
I love you.
And Only you.

I am not fine.
I am not ok.
I exist and that is it.
I’m am tired.
I am worn.
I have walked this path before.
And this cold and lonely pace
Reminds me of what I hate.
And I keep it at the surface instead of forgotten  like a dream.
And you can’t make it disappear.
And you can’t make it any better.
Your on your own.
But it’s not like it’s the first time.
You have a gift
Of knowing what you know now.
And you exist like a ghost amongst the living.
And it’s an easy choice to turn back once you see this.
But you go on.
Cause your strong.
A hero of your own story now you know.