Merry Christmas, Chris

I'm not sad today
it's sunny and the skies are gorgeous and it stopped raining finally and everyone is happy and I know it's because you're looking down today. The sky's always beautiful when you're looking down.
I'm praying to God or whoever will listen that you're sitting there with your baby brother and your twin in front of a Christmas tree. I'm praying that they know you're with them and that even though things will never be the same that they'll be okay.
Merry Christmas Chris, I owe you. Thank you for instilling your happiness in me today. I'm thinking of you.

Surrounded by four walls
I sit in silence and wait
The drapes above the windows fall
Shutting out the light

My safe place
My serenity
The place where I can hide
my souls depravity

Where no one sees
or even care
How I became
or how I dare

Tempting fate
I throw a rock
Hoping my actions
would somehow shock

The light that forces
its way through the night
while I battle the conflict
and try to take flight

far... far... away

Entwined like three snakes
7 to nine, i feel the Waves
little kisses on the backboard of stored
memosas
"just for love"
whats the name of that song?
each riff like a blade, cutting salt and ice
it made the sea, it made the Tides
Whispers

Send me a dark angel
Who's felt the same pain as me
Show yourself to me
Ease the suffering if you dare
And i'll ease yours
We can forget everything
And exist without sorrow

He evolved from the land,
Like the broken pieces coming towards each other as he sees her,
Forming a shadow to gather her,to always follow her like a wind, wherever she flew.

Gusts swirl under moist sun sinking,

Leaves loft and fall into garden pond,

Fiercly, first colours assemble to brink,

Red maple burns throughout autumn.