I'm torn and wearing down
I'll leave your town without a sound
When the love is fading out
I'll crawl like a mouse
Out of sight and out of mind
It dampens my fire
***** it all out
Showdown
Low down
Go down
Smoldered and shouldered
I'll play the clown
Once the garden was green
The birds chirped and sang
The light of day nurturing
An aura of peace
Love and warmth and
Milk and sweetness
And golden honey
But a babe who twisted the rules
He played the keepers for fools
Always some trouble of playing with fire
From a prodigal son into a merciless liar
He promised and swore not to open that door
But the fruit was ripe and yet tempting
Like ambrosia of yore
Sweet and spellbinding
And barbed at its core
Taunted and haunted
Bound by a contract
And the roof came crashing down...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎...
𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝...
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛...
𝙸𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚠...

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑...
𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜...!

Change is inevitable
A common statement
I concur with.
Going back to first
Love highly recommended.
Prayer doesn't change things
But changes you to change things.

monuments to light and sound
that glimmer off a thorny crown
and show us what

everything at
once I was, there was, we were, they had
thoughts and dreams that lit up
leaves of dappled light and what we thought they'd find
under our pillows after losing our teeth

the night creeps
the night creaks
but i'm asleep