I lie here in bed, watching
the time wound of shadows...
Looking ahead
as the dark blue tides come crashing in...
As I no longer feel the
gravity underneath my feet...
Her sorrowful moan,
I hear it between the dead...
You've gotten so good at destroying yourself.
You implode with the soft gospels of the past...
I'm against the thousand doors to my heart,
and I'm not sure if they are meant to keep you in...
And there she goes,
Her and the painted night horse...
I stare out the hotel window
the cold wind against my face...
I'm not the same person,
since you left...
The cold shivered autumn
and her falling leaves...
Upon what memories of the past
that haunts you still...
I was knee deep in water,
far away from the...