Brave Down The Open Road

My captain on His snowy horse, He's coming back to take me home. He'll find me fighting back the terrible thwarts because I'm not afraid to die alone. 

Where Do We Go From Here

"Now may God Himself, the God of peace, make you pure, belonging only to Him. May your whole self — spirit, soul, and body — be kept safe and without fault when our Lord Jesus Christ comes."

1 Thessalonians 5:23 (NCV)

Unravel the Mystery

"For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."

Ephesians 3:14-21

I listen to the sirens as they sing me back to sleep. I pray that nobody's seriously hurt, it feels like everything is dying at the pivot point of me but I listen to sirens that tell me things could still be worse. Without you I'm still whole. Departing from the hostiptal, ill news shows on your face too well. Trying to not cough it all, it hurts, all options are exhausted all your numbered days are number small. I miss you now, I loved you and I know things could still be worse. The sun still burns the shadows out but if this were our destiny I'd treasure the fact and I'd give you what's left of me if I held back.

Georgia

Savannah, I hope to be there by the morning and see the pine transforming into the arms of the Georgia sun. I'd love to feel heat the sun rise, brushing rays across my windshield as it dries the streams from off my face. And I know you'll be there because you'll know I'll want you to be there and we'll say hello as you're smiling in love and we'll sigh so relieved because we will both know by tonight and feel normal again. We sum up perfection like a handbook and God knows it all too well. Everything makes sense when you're with me. We'll walk out into the sultry evening, cotton breathing when the sea winds brush the hair down around your neck. You hold my hand like it's the first time, the feelings that are hard to find will be just what we expect. Baby, it's all I can do to thank you, because every time you wrap those arms around me, I felt I was home because everything makes sense when you're with me.

The Fate of Faith

I've met with the people in hiding, the six say that there are five people waiting to meet me as I grow? I don't quite understand, what they mean they say that they're all that's left, the only remnats of hope for the shadows. No demon would be on their side. The world here is wide and they say that all parts have been covered demons not a part here has been untouched so there could be no possible way for me too meet others who'd be willing to help me and the Ever Mourning.

The 3rd Sin

A chill breeze blows across the dark night sky, goosebumps arise as a boy stares into the space above. Tears gently flow from his stinging eyes, and his breathing steadies from his burning lungs. The thought of blood burns his brain. Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it. As each tear falls it floods the shadows. A clock strikes 3:15, it's in the am. It's quiet, the boy hears past the silence and he's voices whisper "do it, do it, do it, do it, do it" one voice in particular screams it at him. These voices chew at him until his ears are met with sudden sharp piercing noise, drops of blood form from this noise. He questions where this sin will be done, a place where nobody knows, it is then that he remembers the place where the trees curl and hold each other's wilted hands, the land of the dead.