you’re so cold
you’ve forgotten how to love
don’t want any for yourself
thinking it has no worth
from rain to hail to hell and
back to raining
it’s draining
now that you’ve forgotten
crawl from the warren
where you bred
where your love lies dead
and sublimate
create anew to return to you
to the love that only others knew
discard the shards
with which you sharpen your words
allow the voice of longing to be
heard

from dawn until dusk
she is there
just behind my eyes
making house in my mind

perpetuate
create
driving nails and opening holes
breathing trembling guttural throaty growls
withheld
but only for so long
there will be a saturation point as always
it will build and build and build to bursting
it’s almost there
volcanic in its violent heat

when one hole closes
another opens
and it does so now
i am promptly swallowed up

the skeletons smile
within their cave
teasing the treasure
hidden in the nave
their playful happiness rattles
inconsequentially
the games they play
are no torment to me
i know the location
and centre on the sphere
maintaining a presence
by the treasure so near

this world is crumbling around our ears
thankfully i have you with whom to share my fears
and hold to tight
in the violent night
settling my heart and soothing my soul
ears above the water line
listening for the siren
by my side
by my side
there's no place to hide here
under my arm
try to remain calm
no place for boisterous flagrancy
don't fall apart along with the surroundings

and now,
i'll insert myself
into this equation
i've waited so long
for my salvation
i'll be the y to your x
questions one won't forget
and the answer is hard to find
but the foundations are sound
any complication
can be worked around
answers burst like fireworks
so clear against the darkened sky
no reason to wonder why
when the light becomes solid
grasp it in your hand
and when the moment presents
it's time to take a stand
because this is the future
indeed it can be seen
yes this is the reason
for all that we've been
and been through

she doesn't want me to take my life
she'd rather put me in the ground herself
digging digging digging the hole
to fling my wretchedness into
cuz if you want something done right
you've gotta do it yourself
and she doesn't think i'd get it right
doesn't think i'd have the might
only when i'm out of sight is she happy
is she happy?
i doubt she even knows

push my face down into the dirt
scrape my skin make sure it hurts
drain my soul take it away
i doubt it'll fetch very much on ebay
end up tossing it anyway
amongst the trash
when you have your crash
and hear my voice haunt your dreams
find your stuffing busting your seams
there's no way if you don't make a way
nothing will come on a silver tray
you must decide whether you want it to be

once there was a girl who wasn’t
just an uncomfortable shell of torment
swallowed up by every dark hole
but for the one that felt real

encouraged to colour within the lines
and play within the paradigm
longing for another place, another time

anyone would have been surprised
had they bothered to open their eyes
how can a fearful, confused child
teach the ignorant to be wise

an occasional chance would arrive
when he could open the door to the girl inside
oh it’s just a phase they said
unaware of how close they were to finding him dead

encouraged to colour within the lines
and play within the paradigm
longing for another place, another time
there are some things that you just don’t allow
dealing with this black sheep
wondering what, why and how