I was searching the fires of the deep

Locked horns with myself in my sleep

Got lost in a haze of defeat

Things didn’t matter

Ran out of the places to run

Sought up in the things that I done

So it’s a good day when your face came along

And things could get better

We can’t talk about when we were young

Spend our last days in the sun

And one day one of us will be gone

And then things will matter

Freud says tattoos
Are
The Manifestation
Of a
Trauma

Every point
A
Separate pain
We
Have
Suffered

It took
Two
And a
Half
Hours

To complete
The
Diary
Of my
Trauma

And half a million perforations

To convert
Those
Memories
Into something

New

And

Beautiful

To finally
Let go
Of the past

I am more alone with you then I am myself

A sunset is a kiss goodnight from the sky

She’s just like the moon

So near but yet so far