would you mind
lending me a hand
i’ve gone off again
looking for trouble
only finding desires
that follow my endeavours
to dark corners
in new neighbourhoods

can you pry off
these clinging beings
who are biting down
on what little’s left
of my modest soul
breaking my skin
bound for brittle bones
and sour marrow

it’s time again
to call in a favour
repay me in actions
it wasn’t long ago
that i carved off
your blackened heart
severing the poison
from infecting your core

time is of the essence
my blood no longer boils
the chill of death
marches forward
to the beat of bells
please make haste
heal my warped wounds
push these demons back

i can see you now
in the distance
the break of dusk
facing forward on
breathing in the scene
only to grin from afar
they beckon to you
my friend, come undone

the bell you have rung


don’t feed my fear
it always consumes
regardless of it’s hunger
it’s desperation always

growling for attention
nothing will remedy
the hollow intentions
will continue through

measured by terror
plausible to subdue
with poise and attitude
crippling any weakness

forgotten to dwell
upon past mistakes
old habits and desires
rectified by tears

inside of your own skin


did you catch what was on my mind
derivative of the changing times

whose the best to judge us now
with our empty pockets drawn out
the only calls we make are collect
no one ever picks up to accept

only old souls lay beneath our feet
drowning in puddles of perseverance

what once was our claim to fame
has left us down a cold well
as dry as the hearts of a disbeliever
who had sin running through their veins

when the sun came up and it still rained
did you give up and accept the never-ending pain


i would like to tell you more
then your willing to hear
with the summer heat
and it’s cool breeze
caressing your ears

find a new light to shine
on your oscillating emotions
let them fly on whims
undirected and unbound
to the rythmns around us

mornings with sunrises
recorded in memories
left on repeat
never waning away
from the oncoming day

mystified by revelations
or the lack of understanding
about the weight of love
carried under our arms
making our bones shake

if the lasting words
you told me in confidence
can be pressed to paper
will they be fogotten sooner
or stick around
to burn, in the fires of our lives


i would like to write you
a new story
with an origin
that makes you more
then you were
you started
to fall

i wouldn’t change
your beauty
or the way
you smile
in the snow
with grace
and wonder

get stuck
on the long part
of your harrowing
adventures into
try to redeem
your cold soul

i’d remove all
the tragedy
that ended
it all