maybe it will empty the corners,

of the room in my mind.

silence the movie in my life,

playing possum every night.

promising hand holds in a room,

where i heal closer to you.

shaking my soul,

like some ***** broom.

violently chanting a mess to the moon,

only finding the grass.

counting dimes for another drink,

remembering your face when i sing:

"part one", in my dreams,

where i wake up a fable,

then i fumble around the noon.

shaking in corners of sun,

charging a battle towards no one.

silently losing my speech at night,

replaying every thing, made right.

through time and heavened hell,

i am gripping thread,

that could lead me to you,

where life and stars,

could not conceive you.

still waiting for space,

where you can arrive.

someone promised to be better,

said they love you more than this,

like a light they could switch off,

he just couldnt,

he fell in love with the ground.

buried rain clouds inside my ribs,

lightning illuminating my skin,

signaling illness that lets nothing in.

but if i could let you out,

i'd be more than happy again,

if i could let you go,

i'd be more than happy again.

some day I'll wrestle the sun,

you can bring home the moon.

I can part the stars,

while you become a better you.

I'll bury my age,

in a pile of time,

i can still fall in love with ghosts,

while i forget your smile.

what keeps a demon out?

is it a well lit room,

hellbent on lighting the night.

or a soul without either,

sinking in cement boots,

over and over,

until they realize the well lit room.