Shoulder to shoulder, we stood
in our search for contellations and resolution
we found forever in that darkened sky
somewhere just beyond all the confusion

1605

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

if the one you love,
makes you hate yourself,
then their not doing a good
job of loving you

these words are for you.
tattered,
yes.
but for you.
broken,
yes.
but still for you.
abundant,
no.
but what's here stays for you.
these words are all I have left.
they're all I can give you.
because you're gone.
a face in the eaves.
you'll just have to listen very soft and very carefully.

I will run
towards the eclipse of a Sun,where
the night will possess me,where
the darkness will bless me.
A
black cloud descends on me when
nothing depends on me,and
this failure will always be on the
run to the Sun.

Once upon a time where the light had shone,
in the cornfields of youth where my ears heard
only the truth,
I
wondered one day would it all be gone,
I wonder no more,
and now,
there is blight here
no end to the night here and
the eclipse of the Sun becomes the light
as the gun explodes
in my hand.