roman miles

i wrote this song at the the very beginning of the great depression of 2007. i didnt know what any of it meant until years later. words just came from the chords and viceversa.

dead,
an open casket of lilies
a bouquet of ailing river veins
where angles lay me to rest
blooms of shivered glass--port holes in my anatomy

an addled disease of trembling hands, leaky faucets and weathered frames

last night it was burning, and aching, and climbing
the ladder of my rib cage to tourniquet my heart from insensitive things--
like melancholy outings and sitting alone in the rain.
cause ive been sleeping in a soggy november on a cobblestone sentiment for weeks.

no where feels like home.

its been a while since you smiled and i heard you say, that i love you. well i love you. i do.

cause youll be there to carry me, and bandage me, when im weary and bloodied and broken, still youll love me the same, despite the arrows that rain down i wont say "im giving up, im giving in, im tired now of living between these breaths." cause with you ill never be

dead,

winter is calling while i am biding this slumber till sunrise chimes,
light beckons a morning lurid in disguise, with a thimble full of desire.
can you take up these hands?
cause theyre calico with tremors of doubt and pity--a still frame motioned hand
resembled in tendrils of silk, ethereal precision, pinpricked by the rain blurring my window pane. well im waiting
for your healing whisper,
hold fast dreams are fleeting, just stay with the patter cause after the rain the sun always shines.

swollen, just like the summer, distant and scathing, darling im waiting,
is there a whisper, im always listening to hear you say i love, you.
cause youll be there to

to carry me, and bandage me, when im weary and bloodied and broken, still youll love me the same, despite the arrows that rain down i wont say "im giving up, im giving in, im tired now of living between these breaths." cause with you ill never be

dead.