If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?

Play me a tune with the bluest of notes
Sing me the words in your heart
Bring me to tears with the lilt in your voice
bury me deep in your art.

'Neath a blanket of stars with your sad guitar
Courting the moon in her prime
the simplest of gifts you bestow to her glow
A kiss in D minor, sublime.

I go around writing songs
Of love, hate, and fear
Humans' heart and childern's dreams
Lost among melodies and notes
Until you came
And put me in your song

I wish I had spent more

Time with them.

That’s what people say

When they are gone.

But whilst they are still here,

For one reason or another

It’s too difficult.

One day

I will probably say

I wish I had spent more

Time with them.

Misled by my own malignant
bones I could not control my emotions turned the tide into bloodmoons followed the path of shadows roaming the road to nowhere then after seventy second chances I look at you thinking I've finaly found myself in living purgatory