wip... Or maybe it is the final product. we will see

the inherent romance of being in mortal danger

over the palisade, morning will break / rise up to meet it, o' sleeper, awake

if she asks about me / tell her i'm not dead yet

lover of ten years passed / they have covered you with grass / and stones now line your grave

caked in your graveyard dust / i remain to trust / that your soul is still awake

steady is the hand that's come to terms

with the lessons it has had to learn

i've seen the things that i must do

but lord, this road is meant for two

all my nightmares escaped my head

bar the door, please don't let them in

you were never supposed to leave

now my head's splitting at the seams