The Worst Part of Freezing

Stray

No matter how far you stray from the path
You're still sharing air with all of the rest
From the top the tears continue to drain
Leaving nothing on you but clear stains
Laughing at this, laughing this bright future
Shrugging off all of the calling warm stars
They will only, they will only leave you cold
Without your errant life to hold
To hold

Won't Be Gone

This wait just goes by too fast
Each second screams that it won't last
Breathing in your movements that still wash away my sleep every night
Cut-off time
The focus shifts just eastward
Bleeding eyes mute every word
Calling attention to the ways in which I should change but I don't
Move at all
This might be a waste of time
Might not be considered mine
But as long as it's out and no longer strangled in my mouth
I won't leave
This always turns inward
Each selfish line and stupid word
How many colors can one person grasp at the same time?
And see in rhyme
Everything is just timing
Relative notions of breaking
To sit and dread what comes next is to turn away from the light
Clear your eyes
I won't be gone
Comedic prophecies exist
To twist all that they insist
Adding to the fraction of the collection of these quiet dreams
Just listen
This is from 2 and not 3
Not much more than you and me
Motion draining to fill the ears of others as a gift from us
No one else
You think I'm pushing but I'm not
I just realize this spot
Moves ahead every time we take a step and nothing bends for us
We can't stop
The room gets colder each time
Someone steps in to add a line
It takes NO goddess to see the preciousness of the stars above
Our fingertips
Every word points the same way
Cover your ears and turn away
Pleas and thank-you's are meant to be ignored and thrown into the fog
Ignore this
I won't be gone

Six Steps Away

It's too bad that you don't exist ("just wait around...")
Just think about the fun we could have ("...and you will understand")
So I guess it's my loss ("if we had time...")
And it's still my place ("...we could tear this whole thing down")
But can't you break in to get me out?
Take shape and form a fist ("don't make a sound...")
And I'll stand clear ("...and no one will bother us again")
While you pick the weakest place
What else could you do ("do as I say...")
Except to do for me? ("...or you will be reconsidered")
My order is your water well
6 steps away ("6 steps away...")
I await the sound ("...I'm still waiting for the sound")
Of your love splitting space and light
Hurry, I'm running out of time ("your water well...")
Hurry, I'm running out of lies ("...your water well")
It's the wrong lie
It's the wrong light
It's the wrong time
It's the wrong lie
It's the wrong light
It's the wrong time

The Lake Behind the Sun

Are you sure that I am wrong?
Am I not his son?
Your belief in shrouded grief
I am more than done
If you look at what you see
You’ll see I can’t be wrong
We’re the same but I move on
And leave you with my thoughts
If you look at what you see
You’ll see my reflection
While I drift away and walk on
The lake behind the sun
Who am I? Who am I? I am