I sat there for years, being real While you became an illusion

I kept my windows shuttered Locked and barred and under cover While excusing your every intrusion.

I stayed there deficient and wishing Ignoring the light and the warmth I was missing While you stood there, a welcome delusion.

I sat there for years . . . → Read More: Becoming an Illusion [Words From The Olden Days]

It is an absolute atrocity The way your absence Seems to never appease me.

All I can be expected to need from you Is your void and the relief at your leaving.

But nevertheless, I am left with disgrace At the thought that I wait just to grieve you.

It is a motionless mess I . . . → Read More: An absolute atrocity [Words From The Olden Days]

I watch you slip off with your scapegoat pushing past your limits still.

I watch you drive into delusion breezing past your bleeding will.

You’re running faster into famine Wonder why you fall so fast Wonder why you can’t remember Wonder why you’re still awake Wonder why the walls around you Fill with . . . → Read More: Scapegoat [Words From The Olden Days]

How long did you imagine you could snap at strands of sanity before falling victim to the outburst? How long did you want to stomp on the cords before the sound of them shook your bones? So you brought me to my knees Oh what a ‘needed’ feat indeed. So what – Pray, Tell – . . . → Read More: Leave My Thorns Be [Words From The Olden Days]