"Two-Twenty-Nine" - Brave Saint Saturn

No one told me it was going to rain today,
I turn my face down from the sky,
Something broke inside my heart today,
Christmas presents on the day she died.
Crippled dreams are never mentioned,
Broken things that never heal,
Mother said for me to give it time,
Tonight I cannot help but cry,
February twenty-nine.

In a world of dying children,
Rain never seems to cease,
I will hope for things unseen now,
One day my heart will be at peace.
I said I loved her and she knew it,
Whispered softly to the sky tonight,
She is warm and safe in Heaven,
In the loving arms of Jesus Christ.

There is a place that we call heaven,
A place where children never cry,
where you are never cold or hungry,
a place where you cannot go blind.
I turn my face up to the sky now,
I wipe the tears from my eyes,
Thank you God she lives forever,
February twenty-nine.

In a world of dying children,
Rain never seems to cease,
I will hope for things unseen now,
One day my heart will be at peace.
I said I loved her and she knew it,
Whispered softly to the sky tonight,
She is warm and safe in Heaven,
In the loving arms of Jesus Christ.


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


In a world of dying children,
Rain never seems to cease,
I will hope for things unseen now,
One day my heart will be at peace.
I said I loved her and she knew it,
Whispered softly to the sky tonight,
She is warm and safe in Heaven,
In the loving arms of Jesus Christ.

Soul Order Deposit

Every time I begin down this road again...there is the bock...this almost...inability to write or conceive a notion of what is truth...pain is there, this darkness...this dark place I have hidden my heart...far from truth and far from grace...a place only I know exists and I threw away the key.

To hide from You.
To run from You.
To know that I know not and relish my ignorance.
But You offer the way home.
Only You can sympathize and understand.
Lead me to freedom.

Hey you.
Yeah you.
I miss you.
A lot.

Blossoming Thoughts, Running Red

Such terror,
abstract yet vivid
pulling and twisting,
contorting and brewing darkness
deep inside.

Everything you imagined it could be,
every lie,
every soul screaming tidbit,
every last dying drop of venom
that is holding me inside,
defining
imaging
reimagining
every last tidbit screaming across this soul.

Bleeding,
reprocessing,
reaping that which was sowed
just to hear you beg,
some sort of silence
and some sort of reprieve
from truth.

It's hard to see the face
of one who is a traitor,
willing to hear truth
just until it started to hurt
and started to bleed.
Everything with you is about the now,
nothing about what has passed
or what is foretold to come.
You see yourself
but don't see anything
except the lies you wear
to justify
such a pretty lie.
Such a disgusting way to live,
like life was yours to give
and all you do is take,
never seeing the choice you made.

As for me,
freedom.
From this slavery of indulgance,
ripping my soul to make you happy.
Living a charade just to please
your indulgent fantasies.

I'll claw my way out,
find the light
and dig until I can see
and feel again.
Know that this isn't death
and that to live is to breath.