I dreamed about her… dreamed she was still alive… that she had beaten death some how… I could still hold her… she was still warm, strong, here….
twelve days twelve days twelve days twelve
i set you free, you sought me out
turn me down, i feel your doubt
boldly strong only when i am gone
I’m sorry, I’m
still more than enough for you
and you felt you were never
i’m sorry for the hauntings, for the presence, for the longings
i’m sorry that you can’t forget and
just want to be friends
wander and grow, wonder and know
i’m building the spirit inside
my king and my light, my guide will decide
just what paths i will take through this life.
will you please
call out to me?
I said, “I’m sorry, I can’t anymore,”
Cleaned up the ink,
The blood-rust on the door,
And let go.
they kick me where i lie.
i drown in my own eyes.