a raft of old music
floats on a pile of refuse
we are each a willing part
of the ending
of every living being
and accountable to nothing
but our own voices
dreaming of choices
we may one day wish
we had never made
instead you say nothing
and deny all the oaths
you've promised me
still i think that
you may have loved me
more than anyone
else ever did

Money is a comfort to some
Burned by the negligence in our hearts
We say we'll try to make a new start
But head straight for the old roads
I unburden my soul in your arms
But nothing ever comes of it
Just another mess to clean up
And again I am sent back to earth
To tend to some more unfinished business

I have reached a new level of loneliness
Where the alabaster sky resides in my soul
I dream of nothing but uncovering
These places of hidden sorrow
As grief comes to your bed like fallen snow
You ready yourself for dissolving

Life is lived in our hearts not in the sky
It's a taboo to move and dream too easily
For the youth are doomed to know beauty
And grooms are too full of duty and betrayal
While we were hiding among our friends
Divers of the deepest oceans must slowly ascend
Until a mantle of fault is placed upon their heads
And what comes next is nobody else’s business

Unknown dreams
Inside our eyes
Take time to shine
Images concretize
And i realize
That this rhythm
Is a poem in itself

Is it pleasant or painful
To suspect the least in every situation
I’m not complaining
Just trying to tell you how I feel
All I know is that we are equal
For only existence itself
Never need offer any sequel

Be a permanent marker. Step on the stones that you once avoided. Boiling water is now an official form of medicine. And I'll pretend that we've never met before. So that one day we may dance again and make love in more than a thousand sentences.