docile thoughts

the beauty in being gentle

the power in being tamed

how do you save yourself

when you haven't let yourself live

when does it get easier

when does it stop hurting

how do I even get a win

when i am not even in this race

i have been recognizing foolery

for the distraction it really is

quivering lips are meant for blind men

it's little bit of love but all of it is pain.

accepting defeat

Ever fought a losing war,

the bodies of red and dirt

with the rain burning holes in the armour

the hillsides turning into mountains

but yet the will to run towards the pain

the hope for a clean end

the feeling that you left your soul behind

and the chest being pulled inwards

Ever fought a losing war,

the mist is colored with lost feelings

where the snowflakes never reach the ground

his voice is a million miles south

the sun holds a brief memory within

the air is heavy with a lamenting din

the feet sinking into what could have been

a different story of shame and guilt

Ever fought a losing war,

A tale of false hope and all the love lost. 

it's going to be alright

I know I choose to go there

Yes, somewhere i choose the relentless breaking

A drop in the gut on a tune long lost

Clenching fists to stop what I've set in motion

Even the air in the room seems to be thinning

The stars looking inside my window laugh

There she goes again with her leaden heart

Choosing the hurt to feel something

Doesn't she know she's human

Now the demons lurking in the corner smile

'we hear the heartbeat, love'

It's a pitiful sight with my wet pillows

The languish and the ache are tangible

The pain radiating in waves like blood letting,

It's over, it's passed, it going to be alright.