If Only

                                  For now this shallow grin means nothing 

Vacant as I've found that exceptions too run away 



What good are words 

When you don't know what is meant? 

And what good are memories 

Of times we never spent? 

What good is ink 

When the written cannot be said? 

And what good is life 

When you wish that you were dead? 



Dead 

Suburban swings now hang so still since that night 

That night, if only 



Five days without sunlight 

Without sunshine 

The walls tend to come alive 

Taunt you and your graying flesh 

Water will not take the stench away 



Shut your mouth now, and say nothing

As your breath dooms the doves to fall limp from the sky 

Shut your eyes now, quiet child

As your bar codes are being exposed 

To see this breath, this steam 

In the December air 

To see this look of endless compassion 

To lie to you 

Cry to you 

Die in your arms and I swear this time