Kept behind gates rusted shut
All my words are locked away
Shrouded in fogs of uncertainty
A mural of misanthropic dreams
This art shuttered from my heart
A colorblindness to ink and paper
Rolling my thoughts over and over
Like a roast pig over a spitting fire
I can no longer find my way out
Escaping from my mind's maze
Where no light dares twinkle

I can't help but think of you often
You're the chandelier to my mind
I find you in the quiet moments
Between each breath of my lungs

I hold on to you always
But you shouldn't see
The broken man I now am
The bitterness I contain

Yesterday I finally opened a box
The box you occupy in my mind
And I looked at your picture for the first time
You're always more beautiful then I can express

Taking a few moments away
Remembering you... us...
It took the sting out of life for a second
You are always my best friend...

There was a swaying moonlight
the night I was drunk on your kiss.

You lifted my soul to the sky,
yet,
what happened to the denim jacket I gave you?