Forehead reads deceased
Heart bleeds increased—
February strong, sanded memories
Mountain backdrop, I cannot get up now—
Out of order it reads—first to live, second to
Die, third day to be raised up high—three days
This stick will perish, this love will cherish You
All over again—that middle week, that middle
Weakness—I saw you looking, saw you waiting,
All my friends left anyways, corn mazes and empty
Fields could make me yield to You—It hurts now to
Think of the losses—the white box detox, the driveway
Memories of driving away with your loss, with your innocence
Lost—it’s a glory road paved with pain, just need some silver linings
Now, its just a sliver some would say
Forehead reads deceased but my
Story reads increased—
Death to life,
You are the risen one!
The cops chased the cape and
There’s still an ache—that black Knight
Never lived it right—no one can save certain
Memories—all will parish and love will cherish
The inside of me, clean me out and set me with
A fresh heart, one that bleeds love, bleeds mercy
Bleeds cherish me before I parish