What brings you to the door?
How'd you find this place?

In an endless field of corn,
Shaded in the purple and pink horizon
This vacant house, where memories are forgotten,
And stories are buried in the fertile soil
Are kissed by the unblocked winds that turn the days like a clock

You must have traveled some distance to get here,
But why?

This house has withstood years of the elements,
The unhinged shutters, wooden splinters, and worn paint
Share a story long forgotten

You've knocked on a door that hasn't opened in years
And for better or worse,
Remains closed
To you

I think your soul
Is pure and full
But as you drift through time and silence,
I hope,
It doesn't hurt anymore

In a bed of cradling clouds,
and a blanket of warm stars

You must still feel,
but how do you stomach?
Afterall,
Her face glows beneath his touch

Does it hollow you out,
Turn you even more weightless?

Or do you find comfort in the quiet-
Where memory cloaks you in black
and her, in white?

If I had the words,
Then I wouldn't have to write
You'd look at me and hear a song, instead

The notes are what you'd learn
The rhythm, what you'd feel
A signal flare, illuminating overhead

In kind, we'd bond
Words, lost from you as well
Looking warmly, eyes held in hold

In truth, our smiles would stretch miles,
While in the end,
Our stories remain untold

My heart is flat,
Like the sole of your shoe,
Inflating and deflating
On thought of your que

But as quickly revived,
I soon learn despair
At once, a long time
My heart lay ensnared

I'm Addicted
To drops of words, or acid rain
Bleeding down my throat as I
Swallow

I marvel at her eyes
While I choke,
My throat burns to my stomach

My body shuts down,
And my brain reacts
Letting her seep into my soul with a smile
As the toxicity permeates

I'm hypnotized,
Tortured, through kiss
Shackled by touch
Poisoned with lead

When the earth turns over
Dust will settle in
When nature takes back it's home
I'll search for you
In this wasteland,
Where grass now grows from cement
When people, now gone, are replaced by the sound
And silent air in it's lonesome

The vacant buildings will stand as haunting monuments
Casting grave shadows below upon their gaze
I'll search for you
In this endless cold,
Where damp filthy clothes become my skin
And the miles become weeks
And the weeks become years
I'll search for you

In each deserted town
In every empty car,
I'll scan  horizons and tree lines alike
The world will wait,
As weary and futile my deterrence
With the memory of your warmth, fueling my steps
And will serve as food among the starving

As the abandoned spreads,
Endless in it's sprawling
When there's nothing else that matters
When the worlds at and end,
When the only thought I have is your voice
I will search for you

Her arms draped over her knees,
Like a blanket strewn to cover
With a blank stare,
That spans hundreds of miles away

Thunder rumbles, as her eyes radiate green
And tremble the ground, she sits
Isolation, in the lower lip she bites
Hope, in the air she breathes

The world passing,
While fame melts away her appearance
Distorting her into someone unrecognizable
As she stares, wishing she wasn't sitting alone