My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
I took a ride blood red coat with slick black racing stripes Oh dear MC you have loved me unconditionallyMoon roof open so I can breathe so I can feel the wind I can hear the tide shifting gears ocean wide - grindCrystal-like there are no twin snow flakes They fall with a unique tempo …
How far down the rabbit hole dare I go When moment to moment emotions go from Not giving a fuck to loathing Disbelief, numb to heart broken I know what true grief is and this isn't that Death isn't a choice unintentional heartbreak Walking out is a decision intentions are clear This is somewhere between …
Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
Emptiness is a hollow space longing to fill a void Longing to feel a sense of grace ...sanctioned by the loved and lost Where all the plus and minus’s are scorned Thinly veiled and sharp edges cut deep wounds Splinters of blood appear thicker than water And grace will come like a ray of sunlight …
I am no one in the aftermath Of mayhem and heartbreak Within the finality of death I hide within my wounds I hide in my dysfunction My sense of loss and wonder Knowing full well I’m a corpse The remains of heavenly love I am the end result of a tragedy - never acknowledged And …
It's that late night can't sleep Walking through the graveyard push When darkness is more than a symptom Or an absence of light; aphotic zone And the sun rises in the east every fucking morning Like a dagger to my heart, silver bullet to my chest There are times when those magnificent golden rays A …
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
I am a song long and hollow I sway when I close my eyes standing on a cliff - foot slip into an abyss of whimsical rhetoric I am the last tick on a 10 step check list recovery and redemption my heart held in sanctuary with a plausible view into the future I wait …
Trilby Yates 