You love me
Now you hate me
You appreciate me
Now I'm not a man but a child
You want me
But rather have other men
You stand by my side
Now I'm all alone ditched
Man how can I trust
One as wicked as you

There was a time
when time was not time—-
For me,
For you.
The water it collects and tarries
Carries itself.

you whisper
“stay”
my thoughts linger to go

In the dead of night
tragedy strikes
you now have to tread lightly
as if walking on spikes

you walk the path lined by trees
it is long and winding
in the moon lit breeze

let them think what they want
it won’t matter now
theres nothing to lose
when you’ve let everyone down

you come to a stop
by the big old oak
the words are sharp
and you let them soak

soak in the water
in the lake that you love
and you come to the realization
that this was your last crop

you reap what you sow
as they used to say
and now you know
the price you will pay

a tragedy it is
and i don’t think you can lie
as you walk into the clearing
where, surely, you will die

he sits and stares
through glazed eyes

wondering what life could be,
beyond his lies

secrets secrets secrets

envelope his racing mind
causing him to scream inside

what would life be,
if he were no longer trapped inside?

I wanted all the things
You wanted
I just didn't want them
With you

Darkened days
-and brightened nights
Stooped to lows
-and chased the highs
Collect my breath
-As it fades away
Must I live like this
-Another day?
The sleep, it takes me
-So deep, i'm set free
The dreams, they whimper
-The screams, they linger
They're stirred
-They're blurred
Until they can no longer
-No longer
Be
-heard.

Whispering in company
is bad manners, unless
it is 'bless me father for
I have sinned' that's fine.

At a barbecue, where all
the neighbours attended,
she told me, I can't stand
this place, so basic.

I should never have come
back, but dare I say that,
first chance I get, I'm off to
Kerry, no small talk there.