You are a mountain and you're casting shadows on waves
Keeping your head above water
That I'm drowning under unsaved
Friction-less voices all coming to surface my grave
I am a ghost under the burning sun
I'm a slave

This isn't therapy
When they're pushing words
And shoving me into the dirt
To cover me and leave me hurt
Their punishing only makes it worse

You are a mountain and I'm seeking shelter from rain
Tossing the stones aside, I'm running from all the pressure and pain
Guide me back to the path I once walked before going insane
My mind sank in the sea when I sought to resurface again

I was carted away by the coldest of hands
Set astray to be picked cleaned of impure demands
But sanctuary should never be a barren land
A broken shelter and untouched miles of desert sand

This isn't therapy
They're pushing words and shoving me
Into the dirt to cover me
And leave me hurt
Their questioning only makes it worse

You are a mountain and I'm bathed in shadows you've cast
Back down from heaven
I'm learning to let go of past
Cloaked in your darkness I do not mind walking through glass
I'm learning to never trust love when it comes by too fast

This isn't therapy, but
You are a mountain
And my saving thread.

Adrift now, the shore is gone.
And sure enough, the signs were wrong.
A steering wheel to rest
the weary head in this steel trap,
a prison bed. Lay down
and stay a while.
The sea will sing us all to sleep.
A hush and a cry, its melody
will carry us beneath a blanket of waves.
That bridge could never take us to where
we wanted our lives to go, anyway.

She’s a monstrosity
A fire in my sky
More now than she used to be
All my rivers running dry
Defying gravity although
She claims to have created
I am the earth and she… Is all I never knew I hated
In my head, a crescendo
“Shut up, shut down, take a seat, not a sound”
Trying to make myself just
Shut up, shut out, and take my place under the ground
This summer started like a poison
Seeping slowly as I let it take control
A tiny pill and one small breath
Is all it took to swallow me whole
It started like a drum,
A quiet pounding in my chest
A steady tempo as I gasp
To take each shallow breath
It started like a storm and heavy throbbing in my brain
Taste metal on my tongue
With every drop of acid rain
It crashed inside me like a virus,
A nightmare under sedation
And from me took my voice,
Eyes in and out of focus
Losing myself, I feel the change
Her smile pulls me back,
But still the pain remains
Losing myself, learning how to hate
Myself… letting go of my restraint
Cut the noose that holds me up
Freedom is just a fall away
Keep cutting because now I know
That I cannot make her stay
This summer began in flames,
A fire to light the dark
It will all end in rain,
A flood to drown my heart
There is no escape; I’ve no place to run
The fire now cowers behind dark clouds
My life to come undone
When did forever end?
How was it that I missed the boat?
The sky is falling fast and I cannot keep the sun afloat.

She is my gaping wound
And my tourniquet
An ancient god
When I need modern medicine
She is a thing I happened upon
Who stole the water from the vein
But she isn't the drought
For she is the rain
It took a death
To know of life
Set my love free
Then paid the price

I happened upon a needle
The surrounding hay praised its name
But their god pricked my finger
Now I don't bleed the same
As I once did
Some of the pieces spilled out
And there are not enough jars
In a world filled with lids

She is a song on a deaf ear
A fallen autumn leaf
She is the forest torn to shreds
To make a Christmas wreath
She is my lover and she is my killer
For I was the field and she was the tiller

Behold all that we should happen upon
For that which kills us
May also bring
All we shall know of joy.

I haven't slept since September
Savoring a dream that I can no longer remember
Because the crows have picked me all but clean
Chipped away at flesh and bone
I'm naked and unseen
I think we're better off this way
Bare and cold and broken
The rains have fallen and then frozen
There's no smoke in the walkway
Just a ghost in the ashtray
Of a fading little ember
And the fleeting memory
Of the dream I had last September.