I watch things from across the bedroom,
the way you move like the setting sun
as its setting, underneath me.
maybe one day I will be free.

The ghosts they move in distant lines
This is patience, grace, and self control
this is where I'm meant to be.


You've got your scars
they've got their demons
your grace is grounding
presence blessing me
is this where were supposed to be?

I felt the devil, he haunted my brain
But this faith is flowering through my veins
maybe today I am free.

In that moment,
I felt the ******* sky fall on my head.
I felt small.
So humbled.
the patience
the grace
echoing in my brain,
a cleansing refurbishment
of things unseen, hauntingly obscene
a belief that there is saving for my soul, wretched me.
forgive me for the things ive done
forgive me for the things ive said
for I let my demons take control of my head.
this part of me, i don't ask for returned.

I suppose some sort of structure should be born from this chaos.
a lesson learned, a lesson lost.
sitting on the floor, rearranging worthless things.
counting backwards from ten
learning again, wasted time will never be returned
i've learned disbelief in receiving what ive given.
Yet still I give.
I've got a hole inside my brain, its an absence I have created
A spot i've saved for passion, and savoring every waking day.
yet still I wait.
still I wait.
I wait.
wait.
nothing.

Every cigarette I smoke I choke it down like it is your name

but the only two things that remain the same

Is you're both an addiction I cant seem to shake
When I think about these ghosts

I hope its you that haunts my home

At least then id be at peace knowing I wasn't dying alone.

I've given all my good away
and I'm all that's left of who i used to be.
replaced.