[Brandon]

Linger in my shadowed face
Showered in your deathly grace
Littered in a clean abandon
Skinned upon your tidy mansion
Thrust upon the skills in darkness
Cut out of the waning compress

[Micaela]

I like...you're so talented...*sigh*

[Brandon]

that last one sucked. delete i think?
maybe...

[Micaela]

no no no...why would I post that I liked it, for you to delete it? I can see what my opinion counts for......

[Brandon]

ahh...the last few before were much better...

[Brandon]

The last few weeks
Wane upon the falling day
A wand'rer seeks
The brightness of a clearer way
He cannot find
It seems to be
A single path
Through misery.

But darkness come
Yet ever on
And still the trav'ler
Marches on...

[Brandon]

And as her memories
Dance inside my brow
I cannot help but wonder
What she thinking now
Apart from loss
and melodies
There comes a cost
With painful memories
Lingering, avoiding fate
Causes nothing less than hate

I hate myself for living lies
I hate myself for trying twice

I have no good
Left in me
Misunderstood
Became my plea

[Brandon]

She didn't have to die that way
Not one more thought, or another day
No more late night upset calls
No more of seeing her at all
Memories screaming it's my fault
Teardrops streaming...it's my fault

The pain begins, renewed once more
Her memories...they shut the door...

[poorprince87]

Sweet brandon, very sweet man.

[Micaela]

aww...Brandon...

[Brandon]

I know...


Shadows beat a constant rhythm
In my head, am i mistaken
Surely i am blind
Or perhaps so far behind
I can't see through the fog
That blankets unseen eyes
I've missed this all before
The shadows hide my cries

I turn around my feet
Go where it all began
These thoughts i dread to meet
I'll stay here if i can...

[Brandon]

Streaming from a morning window,
the sun pours on my bed.
Whispers of a new tomorrow,
filling up my head
I try to turn and drown her out,
that angel of my death
And still it seems that I'm without,
a life of no regret

[Brandon]

The cold and starry night creeps in
As tears fall like a storm
Of salty, heavy raindrops
As puddles all around me form.
The deep blood-red of sanity,
Leeching stregth away
I have lost all vanity
I've lost myself today...

And yet through ever loving eyes
Her sweetest voice I hear
It parts the darkened, cloudy skies
And falls soft on my ear.
I drop the tool of anger's shame
While listening to her cries
My tears match hers, I hear my name
My actions I despise.

I press on now, because of her,
For without, I would die.
She is my breath, of sweetest air
She is my very life...

[Brandon]

wow...that was a bad night... ^...hrm...

[GRibbit]

I sowy that was a bad night. I love your writings, thoguh.