i course through my veins ( Read more... )

change and progression
and ebbing transgressions
forgiveness is sleeping
alone in this bed

some distance away
wreaking of dismay
a dark, undeserving
demands to be fed

the reason that feelings
so true were so fleeting
and what once was breath, breathing
is lifeless and dead

this hand is cold
this story's been told

you know what i mean
when i say that it feels so terrible
so stretching to be
awake at such an hour
and fighting
and snared into a song

this has got to lie down

"A long December ( Read more... )

what is this ( Read more... )

there was movement
wind
sentiment blending
sediment melting under
my tires

summer ending
sending us back to
nothing
but the feeling
another lost season
another photo

a life cut short
and too little rain

the tired song repeating ( Read more... )

everything is tangible ( Read more... )

i was cold like ice and pulling the trigger
without a morsel of regret in my veins
my hand was steady and calm and honest