I met a friend along the way
who's company I did not expect
when foes become rare
and friends became scarcer
honesty became a privilege
and love came as a prize won by vanity
I wandered amongst the wasteland of society
trying to find shelter in the rain of apathy
As I counted the withered blades of grass
I neglected the tree that had grown
the friend I hadn't listened to
that I had written off as they did me
was the shade of my own true heart.

candles cry onto cold glass
as a grain of sand drowns in its brethren
black ink slowly turns to vapour
a quill hovers a breath away from the canvas
its tip poisoned with possibility
and its trunk with fuel
not a whisper in the air hung unfocused
as the eyes in the dark stares blank
as a single drop of ink
then un-grips the sharp metal ledge
and its blood spilled on the unstained white
nothing... they said
as they walked away from the work
they had not yet begun.

As you say you love the way I talk
I can see your eyes dim in disgust
As you say you love the way I eat
I can see you wished it was my last
As you say you wanted to grow together
I can see you uprooting what we grew together
As you say you love me forever more
I can see you glace at your watch
As you say you'd be with me till death do us part
I can see the thorns between the petals

I happened upon a merry bard
that sang a merry tune
his dandelion words carried far in the wind
his voice melted hearts
and whenever he sung his chorus
he would turn heads
he sang of warriors
he sang of love
he sang of adventures
and he sang of hope
but once he died
his songs changed tune
the winds that carried his song
decided to change the melody
decided to change the words
and the songs he wrote
that once caused peace
that once spelled love
that once taught hope
was now growing hatred
was now calling war
and now become something
that made him turn his head in his grave.