sometimes my fear
is valid
sometimes my nightmares
are true
and most times
i should stop
one sentence before
i do

my gambles of bravery
fail with such easy grace
so i should hide
dug in sand
and buried face

i should keep myself
from beauty
stay to the
dreadful
horrid things

at least i won't
feel guilty
when the morning
church bells
ring.

My mind wondered away
While my heart wished to stay
You tore me in two
Now i dont know what to do
Just know


I still think of you

Sickness beware,
I will be there,
Weakness watch out,
I'll be her crutch,
Sadness, oh you,
Can back away,
'Cause I'll keep her from your rain,
Anger, calm down,
I will stay my ground,
Fear, fear me,
dare not come near me,
Forget about failure,
Lose all the lies,
All you demons beware,
For her,
I'll be there.

Cry for me like I have done,
Stay with me I care for none,
The hatred stays I cannot ****,
My eyes now heat with blood they fill,
I cannot die my soul lives on,
I do not live my greatest con,
My life of death it cannot change,
Never will they feel deranged,
They watch me run but do not see,
They know I am there but cannot be,
Lying with my ace of fakes,
I hear them all and raise the stakes,
I look into the mirror here,
My face have never looked so clear,
I see the dark without the sun,
I see a soul they have undone,
I look away but still see lies,
And as I walk away, he dies.

Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding
Now, and wounds of love will scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what became a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.

Along the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
The aspen over stile and stone
Was talking to itself alone.
"Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
A country lover and his lass;
Two lovers looking to be wed;
And time shall put them both to bed,
And he beside another love."

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And overhead the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.