My screams, fiercely and recklessly,
****** themselves into the starless sky.
Howls of despair became an inviting try.
It is fearfully unknown who or what may answer
from the den of the lachrymose night.
It's a different world in the charged absence of light.

The ghosts of my cries reverberate in heaven's valley,
and long linger down hell's burnt alley's.

Long before I knew self love would heal my life.  
Annihilate my strife.
A dawning of hope now veins my soul with the missing light.

Those who are born in night,
Fear the sun.
Those who are born in light,
Fear the sin.
Though, I fear them both,
For I was born amongst the twilight.

You had one wrist wrapped in a medical band,
          two hurricanes in your eyes
          and dried blood on one hand.
I heard the hunters' horns blow
              the moment you walked in.
                     On your trail I--
                    --I know it ails you now.
I've got the first round.
You can rain on me 'til your guts
             start pouring out.
Outta night for those shaded eyes,
but too much time in the sunshine
makes folks like us go blind.

Raise the roads and the rivers of our region
                off the map
     like the texture of scars from your arms
                  to this taproom floor.

I'd like to be a beacon, if I'm not too bruised
                and be a guide back to harbor
          through your night stained black and blue.

                  if you want me to be...
                  then I want me to be...

My heart's a crooked hallway with bends and turns.
          December killed my candles
            and I cried a dead word.
You could hear me hitting walls
               and so you reached light in.
                         Illuminate me--
                       --show me to the way out.
You've got the next round
You can dance in this dive 'til your
            harmed heart's pouring out.
You chased the night from my clotted halls.
I saw you whirl in the bar light
you were answering some call.

Raise the blues and whiskey browns of our faces
            off the ground
      like the texture of a laugh
      between our tap room hearts.

Think you might be a beacon, but that's up to you.
               can you guide me to the exit
           through this night hued black and blue?

                if you wanted to be...
               then I'd want you to be...

Death is a reminder that I’m alive.
Depressed, not skive.

To feel a grasp till I not,
I shall do —for what I can’t.
Seeing my tree grow with rot,
my roots shall grasp —for all has spent.
For growth in stagnation,
I have found my revelation.

For the clouds of today are swept away,
I will bathe —oh lil’ light, to find my way.
For in darkness, I crawl —inch by inch,
every single day;
The moon of dark has finally left its pitch.
Crawling— To find you, oh lil’ light, I pray.

Let the line between my lips and your flesh become holy ground, so that I may worship upon it
Let me learn to love you
In a hundred little secret ways
Following the touch of your breath on my skin like a dance
Let me pass my hands through the wall of your chest to hold your heart into the light
Let me be inside you
To shine on your every inner part
And pad the scrape of your bones with meat