auctor

They say choose your battles wisely But I've been busy counting the wars I've lost So much time gone up in flames like old money Delivering heart wrenching apologies at what cost?  How many times must I dance with the devil To earn back what I sold?  My feet are growing tired from spinning in circles I've worn out all my souls Saying that I won't fall into it again Is a promise easier made than kept Convincing my bones to not falter at break point Was a self healing task in itself Even though I'm a bruised soul that's attempting to heal I swear I never chose violence but I let it choose me Every fight I fought started out delightful My adrenaline rush, intoxicated the whole room I have a knack for stirring the pot until it spills over But i don't have what it takes to stand up straight Whenever my body begins to cower How many times must I dance with the devil To earn back what I sold?  My feet are growing tired from spinning in circles I've worn out all...

How many secrets have you been harbouring?  The port is starting to get crowded  You say you'll drown it out with a glass too many Now I see them as just an epitaph of your legacy  Mistakes are usually made with the intention of being right But you're a stone cold island sinking into a warm sea out of sight You curse every riptide that throws you back onto land Your efforts have leached the life out of you, now all that's left is an epitaph so grand Every blind turn we take seems to be a dead end What is meant to be a one way out is an enigma of losing strength  The look we gave each other after that fateful night Was truly one for the books about making bad decisions in the worst of times All that old school violence and burdened happiness Put me in a position of redeemable wealth one that could take me to great lengths But we were both so young and that feeling soon began to pass Now all that remains is an epitaph of our past.  -auctor

I've left the yellow walls as they were Let the dust settle on all of the furniture I'm paralyzed with a dauntless fear  It's shaking me awake, I'm burning like a forest fire Everyone looks better when they're left behind I'm an irresistible exception of a character on the side I ruminate in solitude, cursing your unheeding attitude I've grown to be resentful of all your souvenirs too I leave my bed unmade and ignore the old coffee stains As I go ahead and spill some more Your expensive jewellery looks like it needs throwing out I wish I loved money as much as you love to to disappear Everyone looks better when they're left behind I'm an irresistible exception of a character on the side I ruminate in solitude, cursing your unheeding attitude I've grown to be resentful of all your souvenirs too Test the waters, trace the ocean floor The broken sunlight loves embellishing broken souls Have you felt that fractured haze of what euphoria could be That...

Based On: Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood You're just like every other man I have you eating out of my cold hands You look like you belong some where else Tell me the truth, why are you still here?  I hope the ink in your pen never runs out For your sake, I don't think you could handle that I see a darkness behind your eyes take shape Have you found your way to a no man's land?  Doctor, they say you're good at what you do But how do you know what I'm saying is the truth Honesty is a privilege, one I know I can't afford Yet I feel the noose tighten, every time you fall for my words I hope you never run out of pages to fill For your sake, if that happens you might write on your skin I see it begin to fade with the days In your times of solitude, do you crave for some Grace  I can see you study my fingers as I quilt the tree of life You ask me how I'm so good at it, 15 years is a long time I can see you grow impatient, and ever so restless Will it be enough if I...

It was the murmurs of cold that was enough to freeze time It was the old stones of hope, that pushed me over the line You used to be the brilliant glow that stained every city skyline But soon you began to fade away like a regrettable tattoo reminding you of a bad time It was the murmurs of cold that made the scarlet letters news You thought yourself a God but you were a silent thief on the loose Everything is a lie until you say one thing that's true You plundered every offering like it belonged to you It was the murmurs of cold that made it so hard to apologize You were wishing on endless pennies until the waters reached starboard side Like frozen empathy stuck in a timeless loop You kept looking for the exit but all you found again was a tainted version of you It was the murmurs of cold that made the labyrinth realise That with every turn you made you were beginning to lose sight Everything you knew about yourself was now dark as night  But when the sun shone a little it was all...