#itheghost

My eyes shed tears, and my voice breaks open to reveal all I ever felt and I feel no more reveal all that I feel no more There’s another in my bed but you’re alive in my head Not to say you’re thought of often but when my voice softens and the tears are shed the last of our threads is pulling me back let me go (pulling me back) let me go (feel no more) let me go (pulling me back) let me go (feel no more) let me go

How quickly do those empty words pass our lips, even when we don’t need to speak to undress but the masks we wear disappear in the morning, and we’ll be empty-handed when we try to self-impress

Stay tuned for Friday.

Now to hide from my shame Lambs blood on my doorframe Praying that God will pass over. But like a dry creek bed Aching to be fed I’m waiting for the flood Peter how do I tame my tongue So that my ears may stay on How do I speak the truth For all the beds I’ve warmed And battles I’ve never won Grace may let me come home!

Don't make me relive that night Without another end in sight There's pain in the words you say Turned to poison in my veins Let our China crash to the floor A wedding gift needed no more Can the ice that we harbor inside Also become a safe place to hide The words that we exchanged Became the noose around my neck I'll never worry about learning more But you will And I don't want to say It was easier to give up Than to keep running away I don't beg forgiveness Just to know you won't Hold a debt that I can't pay

chords without resolution  drowned hopes of revolution masses surrendering to the luck of the draw the fate of them all with their arms hung on strings played by minstrels with wings puppeteering angels pulling strings that don't exist keep the curtains drawn back so the house seats packed full of glitter and jewels can adorn their beloved mules with mounds of ridicules there’s freedom in your cries but like Egypt’s Israelites you’ll curse your fate as soon as you cross the Red Sea (did God ever say “don’t come to Me?”) what kind of humor do You have? is it vision that we lack? if we promise to give back  will you extend my stay i want to know who I am and all the can’ts I can how much of a say  how much of a prayer  i might have  don’t want to be a fool of fate doomed to waste my days in this masquerade but it starts to take over again

All the sadness that’s inside needs to come out I dread days I crave the sun when its fast in the clouds Let the wind pick up to brush the leaves away Let the sails down, take the wheel, show me a life where sadness doesn’t weigh so heavy on my tongue to pull the life from my bones Here’s a cliff, here’s the sea Fill your pockets with stones To Sink deeper into the sea past the sun’s reach Will God forgive wasting a life under constant siege by hateful hearts and judging eyes wielded by his legacies Atrocities I forgive Seven by Seventy but yet stay so heavy on my tongue to pull the life from my bones here’s a cliff, here’s the sea fill your pockets with stones from the path that we walked to find secrets that were locked behinds doors on which we knocked Just to find failures that taste so heavy on my tongue to pull the life from my bones here’s a cliff, there’s the sea fill your pockets with the smooth stones