I lost myself somewhere between love and sacrafice.
Lost with words of sweet innocence, of strange music and early morning sessions
Under my bangs drop trash bags of sleepless fights and afternoon trips
They hang over like a melting candle on its first day of mass
It sings like the voices of lost souls preaching to faith
For faith.
With faith.
It reads like empty bibles and hollow gospels

I was sinking between limp sockets and brittle bones.
Silence grew louder each moment I grasped a feeling
Silence grew louder than the thoughts in my head
Submerging in frozen waters.
Down my throat swam last nights slap and todays apology
Dreams rise with the smoke to the ceiling
Lost in thought, they linger around with midnight cravings