the things to be found
the things to be found
by digging through the cobwebs
basement of my mind
Home
her last soft breath left
her last soft breath left
a peaceful death is still death
whiskey numbs the heart
there is a longing
there is a longing
the need to see her once more
a heart is broken
a sound broke the night
a sound broke the night
a rattle in the darkness
silence descended
sadness envelopes
sadness envelopes
scattered pieces of my heart
this just fucking sucks
the space between breaths
the space between breaths
a moment of peace is found
and is lost again
the thieves came for sleep
the thieves came for sleep
stealing it into the night
but i was awake
early morning rush
early morning rush
feel each sense being renewed
i am awake now
early in the day
early in the day
living in that state between
monday zombie walk
a guilty pleasure
a guilty pleasure
to spend the morning in bed
welcome to sunday