I've never been too good at goodbyes,
but I'm not very good at hellos either.
I’m so sick of accepting demise;
let’s disappear into the
aether.
You smell like the campfire that
beheld the stars calling our names.
My bones are your personal muse;
they are yours and only yours to claim.
You are the ache that creeps down my spine
and sends chills all throughout my body.
The vapors on the wind leads me to
believe that your spirit is with me.
God works in mysterious ways
to tear my spirit apart,
but you’ve done your damnedest to soak up
the tears that escape from my heart.
The
Wolf that howls in my dreams wants to break
down
the walls that keeps my soul in my body.
The taste of flesh sates her hungering just
for a moment while we answer its calling.
The world is bloodsucking leech
that has driven a stake through my heart.
But the
Moon is my guardian angel,
she keeps me from falling apart.
The
sun works in mysterious ways
to keep our bodies apart,
but I promise that I'm gonna shake off
this grief-laden fear from
my heart.
