I screamed above to the heights,
craving sanctuary, craving you.

The refusal given sends spores flowing into the wind.
An infection spreads and takes hold.

I understand now as I'm on my deathbed that it was you;
Only you could have done this deed to me.

The man who promised the world was just another word
that meant nothing in this long sentence of my life.

I died knowing it was you, and feeling pain.
Now it's in my throat, grasping and pulling my mind.

Rousing me from my earthly slumber, I grin.
Haha, thinks I, it's not over yet.

I dig up that grave you put me in.
I threw you in thinking that it would finally end.

The pain grew only more and forced me to exhume you from that void.

I was this close again to forgetting you;
but no, I had to remember you.

Another medium to cause pain,
you're the secret to the distraught.

I could never forget you.
You feed on my soul and spread that disease all around.

Infecting the sweet memories I had of you.
You're just a fungus trying to thrive in them.

How sad, father...

Because of you, I'm stuck.
I'm stuck running in and out of this hole you dug for me.

I hope you're glad, knowing the wind takes those spores.
I hope you understand: It's not over for us.

Come home to me; so I can stop circling here.
Like a vulture, like you.

I'm done waiting for your return.
I'm done.

Then again, what's another fifteen years?

Now I can't stop crying for you.
You're just so far from me.

Why'd you leave me?
Was I just too bad of a child to bear?

One spore.

Was my mother inadequate?
Was our family even worse?

Two spores.

Was my brother just another one of your spawn?
Was I?

Three.

Father, I'm done crying about it all.
I'm going to uproot this fungus.

I'm going to uproot you.
Please just come home.

Don't talk to me.
Don't ever come back.

In.
Out.

That's all I will ever be.
A silent revolt against you with no end.

Such a distance they own; that earth, that sun, that moon.
Such a love they own; that one, those two.
Such a love is it that it is; that one, so true.
Bright and glorious, it flies so far above us; that one, from me, to you.
Our eclipses come sooner, then later; that one, it's you.
Such a brilliance it gleams, radiating sunbeams; that one, from you.
They reach as far as it seems; this space, I'm through.
They tear away these walls, and pierce the darkness of these halls; my love, for you.
They breath into us a life anew; that love, for you.
They shine forward, gleaming outward; our love, so true.
We burn into the sky, a star, a light, a question why; so pure, it's true.
A constellation, a revolution; I give this world, to you.
A new work of art, to you I impart; my ink, you use.
I write this for you. My love, dear moon.

Only I know how much she is missed
it feels like ages since our last kiss.

I know, only I do.

How much she is loved by me,for me, to me, with me, in my heart,

I know, only I do.

And she knows too, how much I am missed
and the length since our last kiss


Only she knows, only her.

How much I am loved by her, for her, to her, with her, in her heart,

Only she knows, only her.

Only we know how much we are missed,
and the pain of our last kiss.

Only we know, only we.

How much we are loved by us, for us, to us, with us, in our heart.

Only we care for love as an art, only us.

Only we share this heart, only us.

Only we love eachother so much.

Only us.