Ice

Many coloured threads of you
Sing within me
Weaving the same old songs
Never unraveled
Despite my fire
And if I must be a tapestry
Let me be your creation
Of ancient ice

Artists

We're just like you
We just drive older cars
Drink at different bars
We work jobs we hate
Stay up much too late

We're just like you 
We just have different dreams
Root for different teams
We slave over chords
We live to tread the boards

We're just like you
We just want a little love
A little understanding
A little smile
Every now and then
We're just like you
Artists

Seven Years

Science says it takes seven years
For every cell of us to be replaced
So I'm counting down the days
Until I know for certain
That there is none of my flesh left
That has been touched by them
Until I know for certain
That all of my flesh is renewed
That I am a new body
Untainted by them
I'm counting down the days
Science says it takes seven years

Light

Let the darkness die
Let it wither away to pin-bones
Let it rot
Let the light be mine
Let it burn 

Whisper

Black ink curls
Untouchable
Just a whisper
Of time in flesh
Unbreakable
Blood stained
Salt cellar heart
Mirrored demons
Untraceable

Because the Night Terrors

Because the night
Belongs to dreamers
I remain sleepless
Dreams stolen from me
By those that fell before me
Those that had no healing
For their horrors

Because the night 
Belongs to lovers
I remain sleepless
Love stolen from me
By those that hurt and harmed me
Those that had no healing
For their horrors

They made me bleed instead
Their tribute to the night
Because the night
Belongs to terrors
 

Aubade

Every morning a fresh skin
A choice to be made
Power in the offing
I miss you
The way you stirred coffee
Your hand on my jaw

I miss you
The way you strummed guitar
Your words on my palm
Freedom in the grieving
A choice to be made
Every morning a fresh skin