carry me to greener pastures,
comfort me like lying pastors,
perforate the broken parts,
make it easy, tear apart,
the things you loved,
let me restart.
words you said,
have stained my heart.

a dying lamb,
the demon's mouth,
express myself,
with manic words,
and broken sounds.

i shouldn't have said a word to you,
my eyes are blurry,
married you,
instrusive to reality.
i made you mine like others do.
you werent mine.
im loving you in seconds,
that i cant prove.
you pull away like the sky is blue
bleeding red like an open wound.
i love you like a broken youth.

too lost to call me yours,
my soul has sunken to the earth,
wide awake, my wheels turn.
with nicotine and alcohol,
without the two, i'll surely fall.
sobriety was idolized,
i made a life composed of lies,
of hard goodbyes,
and 'i'll be fines'.

october holds my soul,
i'll never be sober,
growing older and older,
dont let me shake alone,
i shouldnt have,
i know, i know.

please be more than words on screen,
try to see a better side of things,
i wrote these words,
you wouldn't read.
in case you are,
your pedestal,
is next to me.
it's missing you,
when i can't breathe.
i wish you stayed,
i couldn't leave.

all those days i couldn't keep,
and every time you couldn't speak,
i still loved you, just like a fiend.
i held you more, without a means.
and yet i placed you in this scene:
I'm once a man, and now I'm mean.
i'm broken down without the means,
I'm trying, being, just to be,
and something else i hadn't seen.
i loved you, held onto your seams.
you pulled apart, and lost your sheen,
and still i loved you like a queen.

i shot the sky,
to play a God,
his fallen body arrived,
i climbed his height,
arrived where you still smiled.
you were waiting quite a while,
i apologized, and couldn't keep a lie.
i loved you with such hands as mine,
i tied to your life but i,
am not a god, but am i worth it,
in your eyes.
i hope you love me, just in time,
before i kind of drift away,
and lose your shine.
you see my lines,
i'll love you kindly,
lie awake, and every night,
your certain kind of sign,
that sells your soul to shrines,
but it could never justify,
the way you sway, the to and fro,
i lie when I'm alone,
i try to breathe when I'm at home,
you're more to me than, i don't know,
a certain something in the snow.
i picked you up, so proud to show,
those famous words i couldn't croak,
your skin was more,
than something that i couldn't tow.
just know i lined your eyes,
in thoughts i had in tow.
but thoughts are leaves,
and meant to blow.