From Here to There

Quivering fingertips lift a chin, and a pool of vision is seen within...
Tears of two braid together, in a shroud of sorrow mixed with pleasure ..
My grief I'll never cast aside, by it's hollow darkness I shall abide ...
Of posture perfect I cannot claim, I'm bent and cripple my soul is slain ..
Torn and stained and unable to mend, could it ever truly love again ..
Battles end and tolls are taken, left behind are the true forsaken ..
I plead it should be I instead, even still I'm mostly dead ...
I'll cut out my tongue and silence my soul, if once again I could make you whole ..
My belief in your prayers I never shared, but I wouldn't let on as I knew you cared ..
Your strength made me weak and wounds me still, however unworthy let me carry your will ...
My fate and fortune has allowed, a garden for me to grieve aloud ...


On grounds of grief could one expect, a bond be born without regret ..
Of hungry ghosts we do despair, our broken hearts do crave repair ..
Swells of sadness drive our dreams, drape our madness and drown our screams ...
Barren lands with brittle speech, from tired eyes our blood tears weep ...


I call to Death and he says come here, you must repent and release all fear.
I look to Life and her silence is clear, I've gathered time and the end is near.
The bold be brave but still they cry, for the life of me I don't know why.
Goodness knows how hard I try, but love did fail and pass me by.
Bitter tastes and sour pills, leave written words in worn out wills.
It's OK I'm done this thrill, life spoke to me and said be still.
I called to Death and he said come here, your life is done echoes in my ear ...