Left on Read (I’m sorry too)

we’ve watched the stars & noticed how far.
embraced our scars as we hid in the dark.
the art started in our quiet corners.
my heart running from distant corridors,
with the spark to keep us alive, I’m a warrior.
“it died from burn marks” proclaim the coroner

from mom’s compassion that she had,
the patience grew and turn me mad,
in basement, as I write this in the lab,
still sober, filled with odor,
still chasing dreams on a colorless pad,

if eyes are windows to the soul,
you open it & feel the little breeze of cold,
what were you hoping for?
I’m swerving into middle of a lonely road,
drunk from past wishes I pour,
remember the words since we last spoke?
watched everything as you clear smoke.

self abuse to get a “I love you”,
it was excused for I to write too,
like a needle use to play on vinyl’s groove,
just for me to say
I have to get used to this without you.

voodoo

what routes do i take
for you to see
I’ve change, to extended degree
what does it take
to realize i made a mistake

what routes do i take?
there’s blood on my hands
experience next life in my wake
drum breaks and heart aches
writing as my palm shakes

grim reaper’s grin leaves
a freeze to my skin
your eyes made to deceive
taught it’ll free me
from my sins

and yes, i hurt her
but i still love her, i still do
she left her necklace
made of voodoo
i wear it, becomed subdued
hold me tight
console me with all your might
our old plans will see through.

only times

us,
the old times,
nothing to fuss,
the only times

where it went,
those times,
sitted around your scent,
bring me those times,
how did it all end?

i do it all again,
shades of black and blue,
to colorful hue,
write plenty more songs about you,
undo my wrongs to find my friend

where did you ran to?
around the carousel,
what trip did you plan to?
go around, pondering in this cell

where it went,
those times,
sit around and smell your scent,
bring me those times,
how did it all end?