Ghost of a GirlI close my eyes at nightand pray that I won't see your face,at least until sunrise,but dreaming offers no escape.Sunlight pours from the blindsand shines through all this dusty air.A flood of floating diamondsilluminates what you left stranded here.Every hallway mirroris a liar playing tricks in the light;holding my thoughts captive,conspiring to keep you in my sight.The walls seem to whisperevery laugh and word that meant the worldto one lost little boyfighting shadows with a ghost of a girl.
Time TurnerEvery little thought running through my little headis a stream of consciousness dammed up.The words all go unsaid.As you pretend you don't like talking,I'll Mr. Mime what I can't say.Instead of moving forward, we'll rewind the pain away.Holding hands on a clockface,turning time counter-clockwise'til Sleepless in Seattle becomes one more peaceful nightwhere we both dream of genieswith big smiles that show our teethand I don't have to wake and watch you count electric sheep.Every little word whispered in my little earis another goddamn cliche,but it's what I want to hear.You just pretend it's not a problem.I'll c
The Looking GlassI put all my thoughts down in scribbled pen and ink so years from now and miles away they'll form a chain that links all of my ideas into a tapestry of all the names and places that bled and ran from me.I've got books full of pages full of ink that never dries forming my collection of self-indulgent lies. I made myself a victim, I've got myself to blame. Lost again in dreaming, nothing's really changed.I welcomed in a monster and shared with them my bed. "Above and below: equals", that was what we said. Blood left on the contract where she made her mark: a deal well-sealed with kisses and a knife-wound in the dark.Ever
The AnniversaryPerhaps this is a mystery best left unsolved. Please put Scoob and The Gang back behind your walls. I'll just take these boxes and rebuild my fort, then draw up the bridge 'cause I don't need support -- and definitely not from you.So lash out, then back down, then come up with fists. You're crazy. It's over. Look, we were just kids. So lash out, then back down, come swinging again. There's no way in Hell that we can stay friends.Maybe you should stop jumping, leave this princess unfound. I'm not as worthwhile as you make me sound. Just save all the memories that you keep so close to the heart you put on paper between a
ShadowThe words I've always longed to hear,a thought still ringing in my ears:"she loves me."The stillborn dream of kids too young,but we're not fooling anyone;there's no such thing.Come, young Darkness, and take my hand;wreak your havoc, and salt these lands.I left you to become a man.I've grown some since then,now I understand.She smiles at me and she's my Queen.I know we'll outlast everything."Yes, I do."She needed me, I needed her;but was she real? I'm not so sure.It's nothing new.Run, young Princess, refuse my hand;burn my bridges, and take a stand.I thought you could be my woman,but you've grown so dist
Utopia At SeaChart me a voyageTo an island in the sea.I'll be alone thereOn my island just for me.I'll write my thoughts down,figure out what I believe.So raise a flag for meand my utopia at sea.I'm dropping anchor.This is my new island home.I'll set my house upwhere the waves and thoughts can roam.I'll find my bearingsand learn to love myself alone.So raise a flag for meand my utopia at sea.I've got a lot on my mind;so many answers I must find.But I've got my paper,and I've got my pen,and I've got to find a way to redefine "sin".So raise a flag for meand my new cathedral by the sea.
The WIP pictures I posted in the description show what I painted in more detail, if you're still curious.