Solar eclipse
In plain sight
Read ‘em and weep
I own
Up to all of it
Despite my best efforts
Those demons
And Convictions
Plied on top of each other
Scattered sins that burned me
Psychosomatic
Red rivers avenge
Truth be told
Body and mind
Incoherent
A deadman’s trigger
Incomplete
Never truly aligned
Seventeen thousand
Five hundred fifty nine days
Of life
Have felt like ten lifetimes to long
Tarnished goods
Windows are stained
Smudged down to the finest detail
Self assurance is shattered
Red skies flaunt
Where did my black butterfly go
To heavy to hold
The melting pieces of me
Cloak and dagger
My souls been
Wrapped up in cobwebs
Cocooned for more then enough time
Blow out the flame
On my candle  
And watch it flicker into thin air
And let me not be stained and shattered
At someone else’s expense any further