Izzy

The worst thing is she'll never know,

or maybe she really did.

The worst thing is I never saw

and I'll never not see again. 

The last, frayed bits of string that tied

the battered ship adrift.

The roots of weeds both pulled and plucked.

The balloon that floats away.

Though she was just some fucking dog,

she was really so much more.

Though she was everything I loved,

now she's fucking dead.

I feel like I've been robbed at night

of the thing I cherished most.

But it was slow, this staggered fate:

twisting daggers as I bled.

I'm walking through the blemished days

listless journey, aimless path.

So how am I supposed to care,

of all that carries on?

and how am I to carry on?

when my heart has gone with her.

Aye Aye, Tumble and Die

There wasn't a blowout, there wasn't a fight.
There isn't a scar of a critical night.
We burned fast and faded, smoke's all remains.
The softest of burns, yet the harshest of pains.

So I traded the city for soft solemn breeze;

I traveled the oceans of waters and trees.

I scrambled my mind on the questions of life,

till fires were lit by the scorn and the strife.

--
Well the storm hasn't passed, 

though it's all in the past,
yet I've learned to dance in the rain.
The ship is still floating,
through the current's foreboding 
and I've learned to sail through the pain.
--

The hearth staggered slowly and sputtered away
as all of life colors then faded to gray.
The heat it provided, now all gone to cold
and all that remains is just bartered and sold.

Aye, aye, tumble and die,
so many a-times till the tears are all dried.
Feelings so vivid they'll blind you to numb,
till all that you're living's the beat of the drum.

--
Well the storm hasn't passed, 
though it's all in the past,
yet I've learned to dance in the rain.
The ship is still floating,
through the current's foreboding 
and I've learned to sail through the pain.

--

The winter's wind's whipping the sails overhead,
the summer's survival still left me with dread.
The seasons confound me and leave me alone
and I'm chilled though the clothing and muscle and bone.

The keel is still even and the sails take on wind

and all of my sorrows have fled me again.

Pull up the anchor, welcome new folks aboard

through fire and flames I'll venture once more.

--
Well the storm hasn't passed, 
though it's all in the past,
yet I've learned to dance in the rain.
The ship is still floating,
through the current's foreboding 
and I've learned to sail through the pain.

and I'm doing it over again.
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