Solitary isn't what I expected.
Where my lips clamp shut
And my feet stop dead.
Because whatever I said yesterday.
Makes tomorrow feel worse.

Words have me petrified.
Memories have me captivated.
Their last seconds I watched.
I can't wash it away.
Sketched into a place I can't erase.

What could you a dying man ask of me.
Before he loses the strength in his grip.
Made me promise.
Even after he didn't keep his own.
The evening was so empty.
When the rumbling under my feet stood still.
The bird song didn't sound sweet.
When all I...