From beyond the nights And into my sleeping head Working for that sign of light To finally pull me from my bed A dance of moving parts and pieces Gears twisting in their place Fingers running over the creases Left behind in the sheets For behind my eyes – I no longer see your face There’s nothing left in sleep for me Not a sound or song or words of validation Just the cries of the demands for my condemnation There’s no quiet left in my room for me Just echos of sounds and trails of hazy smoke But before I wake to face the fumes Of something lesser than what I want I’m just waiting for these thorns in my head To twist and bloom
A ballet of roses And sweeter scents than what was left behind A trickle of color A downpour of things we’ll never find I can hear everything so loudly A symphony of re-repeating Another collection of words Just ski-skipping I can feel it in my chest The petals wilting ever so soon So that the weeds and thickets Can continue to bloom
There’s nothing but twisting in the dark There’s nothing but absence in the cold A lack of color to your lungs And an empire of dead bones to behold The world turns beneath As I sleep in the silence of it all And the quiet, rushing thoughts bare their yellow teeth There’s so much of it all In the aching of the gloom I can only wait for morning And hope there is more waiting to break through and bloom
I want to know Why the light around us always seems fleeting With every second I stand alone with you I just want to see Why there’s nothing here for me And all that’s left is all I know Two feet standing on the ground, and the pitter patter Of the rain’s melodic fall Drown me out Pull me in The dark skies are but the first signal of what’s just about to begin
Will I understand? Come to terms with the situation here at hand? These gray clouds and duller words The crack of thunder is the only thing I ever heard The horizon stays empty As all the lights fade down Left in the flood is all that we lost And that we found Look up to them – Take it all in Feel the trembling of the world Underneath your frightful skin Admit that the end of the world Isn’t the end of sin Crash and fall Flash of the lightning’s crawl The cooing of the wind turns to harsh screams And all that’s left Is what I refused to believe
A battle amongst the heavens The black and gray versus the brightest blue And the skies begin to dry And nothing reigns supreme As eternity looms nigh And I cannot fathom the forever standing in front of me As the trumpets start to blare And when the people look above You can see the light in the air The skies ripple open and the seraphim ride through Yet the end of all things Is just something else to do And they call to the masses All that was and all that will ever be Those who stood firm in faith And those who could never believe Yet I look above, alone as I was, and I know – There will be nothing more for me
Fall to the ground Moving with the wind Feel it like electricity on your back As the bodies blend Quiet, unmoving to all around Fierce, and moving fast to those who dare listen To the sound Under our feet How we spin How we retreat So inconsequential, not realizing how quickly we move Watch how we begin Rotations throwing us through the cold sand Forgetting how to hold on or how to breathe How to walk to dry land From where we were Guided by some invisible hand Rotations biting through the ice Throwing us into deep Never stopping to stand still To wake us from our sleep How we move, walking through time Trying to keep up with a forced unmoved On this tight rope line Trying to climb The mountain of eternity – forged in diamond, burned in ash But we still stand, relentless Of how still we are. Unable to feel the spin beneath us Unable to try and hold on Quiet beings on the scope of eternity so we deny our turn The movement of silent messages Told through time By endless rotations.