A marriage of distrust and fear,
anxiety over what’s to come and what is.
With each sunrise, I hope and pray,
that it will set and the nightmare will end.
Your word play is a delicate deciet,
a slow romance with evil itself.
I can’t image the end,
But I imagine it’s more beautiful than,
what has begun.

You passed to the other side,
left this nightmare behind.
I’m left her standing,
wondering what to do with these ashes.
Wondering what to do with these past thoughts,
what to do with this masked box.
You passed to the other side,
left your children behind.
I’m left here standing,
never really got to say good-bye.

My mind feels like a cavern,
full of empty thoughts.
Thoughts that can’t be spoken,
they are dark, defective, broken.
Broken intentions, bitter blood,
It’s a heavy burden, a towering debt.
Debt that can only be settled with tokens,
purchased by black hearts.
Hearts so hard and hopeless,
cavernous and crooked.
Crooked, void, empty thoughts.