Equation

The death of a dream that never came true
My heart mourns the painful back-stab of fate
New chances seem old, old chances seem new
Irrational fears begin to translate
into confusion about what I've done
destroyed many lives systematically
proving that I will just end up alone
This can't be proven mathematically
No logic applied, or reason explains
the possible answers missed between years
No magic equation can contain
the algorithm for infinite tears
If I could substitute the right numbers
my dreams could exist in peaceful slumber

Kidney

An organ that functions
without its other half,
an overlooked piece
of a blackened polygraph.
Straight lines turned to lies
and were carried away
while the tissues rotted
full of decay
Dehydrated prayers
now hooked to machines,
and artificial hope
keeps one functioning
until it gives way to the internal bleeding
no one considers -
no one even sees.

Feather

I watched the small feather fall to the ground.
It seemed quite confused, unable to land
in the perfect place where it could be found,
carried delicately by someone's hand.
Then turned my attention to six children
listened intently about bosses, games
characters, scores and strategies to win.
Backed out the car and we were on our way,
the fallen feather watched me slowly drive
down the long street until I disappeared,
curled into itself, attempting to hide
how alone it felt in the grassy field;
I composed this song from a fleeting thought;
a metaphor for the love I have lost

Sieve

a tiny hole in the heart
becomes a tear in the soul
when the damage done
is never repaired

Guilt

scraping and scratching
panicking and desperate
jagged manicure of helplessness
leaves eerie marks of terror
hollow cries and low moans
invade my dreams
and shape into what seems to be
a dark, intrinsical fear
inside of my head
clawing on superstitions
that only black cats can bring
and when he finally rests
and gives me his best mischievous smile
he sings
I ate the canary....
I ate the canary...

May

I call upon the Sixth of May once more
somehow, someway to energize my trust
Just make me feel the love I felt before
I was drained by your absolute silence
This tinted, tarnished steel covered in rust
from crying salt stained tears on metal doors
which used to bridge the emptiness in us
lies broken, crushed in anger on the floor
That special moment when we shared a vow
to love within our hearts and nothing less
Whispered words: someway, somewhere, somehow
became our path of love and happiness
I need the Sixth of May to redirect
my disconnected soul from your neglect

Morgue

Faces and places consume my reprieve
The moon screams an apocalyptic glow
Pin pricked by pain my heart leaks like a sieve
Into false waters and darkness below
There lies an untruth in each of your words
You refuse to speak when I crave it most
Losing the sky like a broken winged bird
Attempting to talk through a clouded host
I crash land alone into lost memories
The rain becomes jealous of each tear shed
Dropping my heart onto cold, wet, concrete.
Gasping for love -- its reached terminal death
The horror will dry and my heart will shrink
Embalmed in loneliness -- frozen reprieve.