Before Your Soul Was a GhostYou taste stale and stagnantLike something someone left Rotting, forgottenOn the lowest shelf of the refrigeratorSlowly bursting with mould and juices slippingOut of apple skin, reddish yellowPerhaps wrapped in tinfoilA shiny glitter wrapped in the shadowFilled by holesI suppose that someone was meIs your skin really made of apple peel or glass?It was an accidental loosening of my thumbAccidental forgetfulness, never comprehended the double negativeI dropped youBroke you to shards and sweptUp the jagged bits of youBut the powder still sticks to my legsYou can't break soft-eyed boysBoys who heave tears priced as high as ble
My Imagination, Motivation Is Kind Of StuffyI want to give you something beautifulThat you can hold to keep off the darknessAnd return you to yourselfA fragment of your soul scraped through my wordsA revelation, a truth, an answerA handholdI want to give it you for myself tooBecause it is what fills me, satisfies meEven though it probably won't last very longBefore it is faded by memoryI want to give you something beautifulLyricalRhyming like a song in your headHappinessA little stanza that makes you feel understoodAnd loved, a reminder there is a place you belongI want to give you kind wordsTo wipe off your shame and make you feel cleanAnd kind of s