The Weeping King

James Morrisoni - No One Prays for the Quiet Ones

Zach Rye Band

Field of Ashes

Minor Ritual

Sometimes loving yourself is the love you need the most.

A fractured heart was all I knew
But now I'm finding something new
Left a trail of broken dreams
I carried them, 
carried them, 
carried them through

I'm unafraid of who I am
This mind’s a map, not foreign land
The silence turns to steady streams
It carries me, 
carries me, 
carries me true

I gave all the love I had
For something real, not something sad
Small-town soul with a world to claim
I broke the cycle, rewrote the game

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

How many stars have lost their glow?
Letting them go was all I’d known
Saw the dawn 'fore the night was gone
Still I carried, I carried, I carried on

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

I don’t need those chains, I’m free now
Off this ride, I’ll take the lead now

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

Loving Me

There’s a devil ridin’ shotgun,  
Smokin’ every bridge I’ve built.  
He grins at the wreckage,  
Feeds on my guilt.  

I won’t let him take control  

The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but I’m holdin’ the reins
Tryin’ to keep my grip through the thunder and the pain
He’s got his claws in deep, but I won’t let him go
The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but he won’t take my soul
He hides in the shadows,  
Speaks in a voice like mine.  
Every turn he’s laughin’,  
Darin’ me to cross the line.  

The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but I’m holdin’ the reins
Tryin’ to keep my grip through the thunder and the pain
He’s got his claws in deep, but I won’t let him go
The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but he won’t take my soul

There’s a devil ridin’ shotgun,  
Smokin’ every bridge I’ve built.  
He grins at the wreckage,  
Feeds on my guilt.   

The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but I’m holdin’ the reins
Tryin’ to keep my grip through the thunder and the pain
He’s got his claws in deep, but I won’t let him go
The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but he won’t take my soul

There’s a devil ridin’ shotgun, but tonight he’s outta luck  
He’s still whisperin’ curses, but I ain’t givin’ up  
I’ve got both hands tight on the wheel, my eyes on the road ahead  
The devil’s ridin’ shotgun, but he won’t drive ‘til I’m dead

Devil's Ridin’ Shotgun


Copper And Coal

You shine like copper in the dying sun,  
All fire and shimmer ‘til the day is done.  
But I’m the coal beneath the mountain’s weight,  
Burning in the dark with a heart full of hate.  

We’re forged in heat, we’re bound in flame,  
But what we are, we’ll never change.  

Copper and coal, we’ll never be the same,  
One burns bright, one feeds the flame.  
You’re a spark in the sky, I’m the black in the hole,  
Two sides of the fire—copper and coal.  

You’re the one they treasure, the one they hold,  
A ring on their finger, a story told.  
But I’m buried deep where the sun don’t reach,  
Fuel for the fire, but hard to keep.  

We crack, we fight, we bend, we break,  
But in this fire, we’re both awake.  

Copper and coal, we’ll never be the same,  
One burns bright, one feeds the flame.  
You’re a spark in the sky, I’m the black in the hole,  
Two sides of the fire—copper and coal.  

Oh, the heat rises, the sparks fly,  
We clash in the dark where shadows lie.  
No good can come from this heavy load,  
But we keep on burning—don’t let it go.  

Copper and coal, we’ll never be the same,  
One burns bright, one feeds the flame.  
You’re a spark in the sky, I’m the black in the hole,  
Two sides of the fire—copper and coal.  

Yeah, you shine like copper, and I burn like coal,  
We’re the heat of the world, but we’re out of control.  
Oh, copper and coal... two sides of a fire,  
Forever tangled, bound to desire.  

Copper And Coal

Beneath The Briar 

Oh my love

In the orchard where the wind cuts low,
I carved your name in the apple’s glow.
The roots drank deep where secrets fell,
Our hearts a hymn, our mouths a spell.

The crows were watching from the broken bough,
Their wings stitched dark across the dusk-bound vows.
Your touch, a river where I’d sink and swim,
Your voice, a chapel where the light grew dim.

Oh, I’ve known the taste of sin and stone,
But your hands made a sinner feel at home.

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

I laid my faith where the briars grew,
With bruises borne of loving you.
The rain was soft, but it struck like blame,
Baptized in fire and whispered names.

The orchard wept when the morning came,
Your scent still hanging like the quiet shame.
And if heaven wept for what we’d done,
Hell kept warm in the touch of the sun.

Oh, I’ve felt the grace of dirt and bone,
But your kiss turned a graveyard into home.

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

I’d drink the cup, I’d break the bread,
I’d take the thorn, though it bled.
I’d light the match, I’d strike the spark,
I’d burn with you in the orchard dark.

Let the sinners sing...
Beneath the briar...

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

In the orchard where the wind cuts low,
The roots still drink, and the apples glow.
If love’s a sin, then let it remain—
I’ll carve your name again, again.

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

In the orchard where the wind cuts low,
The roots still drink, and the apples glow.
If love’s a sin, then let it remain—
I’ll carve your name again, again.


Beneath the Briar

House Of Ash 

Oh Mercy! 

The house stood quiet on the edge of the gray,
The walls still carried what the fire took away.
I crossed the threshold with dust in my chest,
Where you once sang and silence did the rest. 

The air was thick with the weight of our sins,
Your name still burning where the prayer begins.
I’ve held the ember, I’ve kissed the flame,
But love don’t shelter; it calls your name. 

Oh, mercy never made its home,
Where we built love from blood and stone. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where fire wrote our names and passed.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.
I’d light the match and not return. 

The boards still groan where your footsteps stayed,
A shadow stretched against the glass that frayed.
Your hands remain in the soot and the stain,
The kind of love that won’t wash out with rain. 

We fed the blaze with what we couldn’t speak,
You struck the spark, but it was mine to keep.
And though it burned, and though it tore,
I’d lay the kindling just once more. 

Oh, mercy never made its home,
Where we built love from blood and stone. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where fire wrote our names and passed.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.
I’d light the match and not return. 

When the roof gave way and the sky broke through,
The light fell down where I still stood with you.
I could leave, but this ground is mine,
Where flames once spoke and love was divine. 

Sing for the walls that couldn’t stay,
Love built in ash will blow away. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where fire wrote our names and passed.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where the past was carved and won’t come back.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return. 

If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.

Where the past was carved and won’t come back.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return. 

Oh mercy

If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.

House Of Ash

Roots Don't Hold 

I found you by the river’s bend,
Your shadow swayed where the waters end.
Your hands like branches, your voice the breeze,
You taught me love in a grove of trees.
But roots don’t hold when the flood runs high,
And rivers ache to kiss the sky.
We drank from the same, unyielding stream,
But every drop fell toward the sea. 

Oh, I’ve prayed to the tide to stay, 
But the waters keep running away. 

Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise. 

Your laughter echoed where the cypress grew,
A melody the earth once knew.
But soil erodes when the storm breaks through,
And even love can’t hold that truth.
I’ve chased your shadow through the reeds,
With every step, the river feeds.
And though the current pulls me down,
I’ll cling to you till we both drown. 

Oh, I’ve prayed to the tide to stay
But the waters keep running away. 

Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise. 

The tide’s not cruel, but it won’t forgive,
It takes and leaves what it must to live.
But even as the banks give way,
Your name remains where the waters stay. 

Roots don’t hold when the flood runs high,
And rivers ache to kiss the sky.
Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise.
Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise. 

The roots remain where the river goes,
And every bloom is born to flow.

The roots remain where the river goes,
And every bloom is born to flow.

Roots Don't Hold

Weaver of the Thread


The loom hums low where the weavers stand,
Three silent sisters with steady hands.
One spins the thread, one measures the line,
And one waits patient with a blade so fine.
They say the fates don’t bend or break,
But love’s a thread I’d dare remake.
If gods won’t answer when mortals pray,
Then I will steal the thread away.

Oh, Weaver, do you hear my cry?
Does the loom grow heavy when the good must die?

Oh, weaver of the thread, do you feel the strain?
Every life unwinds in joy and pain.
If the line is written, let the spindle tear,
I’ll walk unbroken where the brave don’t dare.

The strands entwine, the knots grow tight,
A thousand lives in a single night.
They pull the line, they cut it clean,
A life undone, a quiet dream.
But what of love, and what of loss?
Does the thread remember every cost?
If fate is bound by fragile strings,
Then let me tear what sorrow brings.

Oh, Weaver, do you hear my cry?
Does the loom grow heavy when the good must die?

Oh, weaver of the thread, do you feel the strain?
Every life unwinds in joy and pain.
If the line is written, let the spindle tear,
I’ll walk unbroken where the brave don’t dare.

The thread will break, the spindle will fall,
But love remains to bind it all.
Though the weavers call, though the loom may hum,
I’ll twist the thread till the gods succumb.

The loom hums low where the weavers stand,
Three silent sisters with steady hands.

Weaver of the Thread

The Hunter's Heart

Paper Boats

"If the world gets heavy, let me hold you, baby
I’ll be here till we pushing daisies
Through the cracks, through the pain, we ain't fading
I’ll be here till we pushing daisies."

Late nights, lights low, thoughts spiral, mind cold
Heart got a padlock, past got a tight hold
Said love just a typo, struck through the right code
Now you playing silent, stuck on a dial tone
Pain paint pictures, love leave stitches
Trauma like a tax, we all got interest
Tryna make cents, but we short on riches
Tryna find peace, but the war’s relentless
I see it, I feel it, I know where you been
When you cut off the world, I’ma still check in
You been living like a ghost in your own damn skin
But flowers still bloom where the cracks run thin

Let me be the roots when you feel too weak
Let me be your words when you can't speak
A daisy in the dark still learns to breathe
A love like this ain't built for speed
But if you let me stay, I’ll plant my seeds

"If the world gets heavy, let me hold you, baby
I’ll be here till we pushing daisies
Through the cracks, through the pain, we ain't fading
I’ll be here till we pushing daisies."

I ain’t tryna fix you, love, that ain’t the way
You ain’t broken, just a rose that been rained on today
I know you think love just withers and fades
But the strongest roots hold through the hurricanes
So take your time, let the sun hit slow
A little light, a little love, and watch your soul grow
They say nothing beautiful survives in the city
But I see daisies breaking through the cracks, staying pretty

"Let me be the earth beneath your feet
When the weight too much, just lean on me
Every tear you shed just feeds the ground
And I swear, I ain't leaving now..."

"If the world gets heavy, let me hold you, baby
I’ll be here till we pushing daisies
Through the cracks, through the pain, we ain't fading
I’ll be here till we pushing daisies."

"Through the cracks, we still grow...
We still grow... we still grow..."

Pushin' Daisies

Think about the silence before we speak,
These days, I can’t go without feeling weak.
We’re cutting off the chances to make amends,
Oh, darling, sometimes it’s too late to pretend.
Let’s hold onto the pieces before it ends.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Waiting for the moment to break apart,
Comfort’s just the plaster over a broken heart.
We’re running out of reasons, but we’re standing still,
Oh, baby, sometimes it’s not enough to will.
Let’s save what’s left before we lose the thrill.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Every word we say feels so sharp and thin,
Are we still here, or have we given in?

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Nobody Knows Me Like You Do

The Preacher’s Cadillac

She stood where the hemlocks swayed, where the carrion crows take flight  
Eyes like a sky before the storm, lips full of borrowed light  
She sang of roads that never turn, of lovers swallowed whole  
I held my tongue, I held my ground—now silence owns my soul  

Oh, Orpheus turned too soon, and I did just the same  
Let the gods bear witness, I am shackled by my shame  
A coward’s hands are empty, yet they tremble just the same  
And the winds still whisper her name  

She laid a blade against my palm, said, *“Blood can bind or sever”*  
I let it spill, I let her go, believing loss was clever  
Now every path I walk is split, each door locked from within  
And time, that faithful butcher, grins each time I beg to sin  

Oh, Orpheus turned too soon, and I did just the same  
Let the gods bear witness, I am shackled by my shame  
A coward’s hands are empty, yet they tremble just the same  
And the winds still whisper her name  

Midas cursed the things he touched, but I let gold slip through  
I was Daedalus without the thread, too proud to see it through  
Now the gods drink deep on my regret, they laugh, they pass the cup  
And I kneel among their broken men, too late to offer up  

Oh, Orpheus turned too soon, and I did just the same  
Let the gods bear witness, I am shackled by my shame  
A coward’s hands are empty, yet they tremble just the same  
And the winds still whisper her name  

She waits where the hemlocks sway, but I will never stand  
For fate has carved my epitaph upon my hollow hand

Shackled By Shame

I breathe the ghost of your perfume,
Like smoke that lingers past the bloom.
I was never meant to hold—
Take it back, let it slip through,
Take it back, let the dark take you.

You moved like silver on the tide,
A phantom ship, a choppy ride.
Your fingers traced, then disappeared—
Be still, be still, as the night pulls tight,
Be still, be still, like a whisper at night.

High upon the mountain, where the cold winds spin,
Carved your name in frost, 'til the sun seeped in.
Down below the valley, where the canyon keeps,
I was a flicker to you once—now the embers sleep.

You loved me silent, out of reach,
A fading sermon, lost to the breach.
This road was traced in brittle lines—
This is the way I knew it would break,
This is the way you left with the ache.

High upon the mountain, where the cold winds spin,
Carved your name in frost, 'til the sun seeped in.
Down below the valley, where the canyon keeps,
I was a flicker to you once—now the embers sleep.

Brittle Lines

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back... 

I don't want to be crippled and cracked
Shattered and thrown to the wolves
You said you'd be right back
But only the wind carries your voice
I'm left without a choice
And it hurts.

I wait for the answer, but nothing remains.
The answer is hollow, the question’s the same.

Give me an answer, show me a sign.
Are we paper boats, lost in the tide?
You say it’s nothing, but I feel it inside
My bones are breaking, my wolves howl alive 

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back... 

Footsteps in snowfall, a trail disappearing
I trace every word like a curse worth repeating.
Is this the moment the past lets me go?
Or am I just learning what I should have known?...
I'm left without a home...
And it hurts 

Give me an answer, show me a sign
Are we paper boats, lost in the tide?
You say it’s nothing, but I feel it inside
My bones are breaking, my wolves howl alive 

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back...

Wolves & Bones

Well, the river don’t speak, but it sure does know
How the bodies float when the currents roll
And the fields don’t cry, but they keep the score
Of the hands that bled in the days before

We are the sleeping giants, we the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
And boy, we comin' home

The town don’t change, but them faces do
And the old men sit where their fathers stood
They whisper slow, but their words burn deep
Like the roots that crack through them city streets

We are the sleeping giants, we the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
Oh Lord, we coming home.

There’s a reckoning in the valley, there’s a ghost in the grain
There’s a name carved in the mountains that the wind don't wash away

So you push us down, but the earth still turns
And them embers glow though the fire burns
You can call us lost, you can call us blind
But the storm don’t speak ‘til it’s right on time

We are the sleeping giants, we the the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
Oh mother, we coming home!

No, the river don’t speak, but it sure does know
And the wind don’t wail, but it’s starting to blow...
And soon they will know...
We are the sleeping giants.

We are the sleeping giants, we the the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
Oh mother, we coming home!

No, the river don’t speak, but it sure does know
And the wind don’t wail, but it’s starting to blow...
And soon they will know...
We are the sleeping giants.

Sleeping Giants

She said, "You ever been in love?" I said, "Define that word."
Is it flight? Is it fight? Is it lines that blur?
Is it trust with a twist? Is it faith in the leap?
Is it jumping off a cliff just to land on your feet?
I been freefallin’, no static, no brakes,
Heart like a match, she a spark in the wake.
No harness, no ropes, no tether, no chain,
If gravity’s a gamble, then I’m all in the game.

I can feel the wind pick up,
Clouds rush past but the ground won’t touch.
Ain’t no wings, ain't no net, ain't no chute,
Just a love too deep and a fall too true.

Hands in the air, ain't no slowin' the spin,
Heart in my throat but I'm all in again.
If this is the end, then let it be bright,
Let it be fast, let it feel right.

I told her, "Love ain't soft, it's a terminal dive,"
She just laughed, said, "Then let’s learn to fly."
No compass, no map, just the rush and the risk,
Either land in the wreckage or live in the myth.
I seen lovers turn to legends or fade to a ghost,
Either fly into forever or get lost in the smoke.
So we locked hands, no plan, dove into the blue,
Told her, "Close your eyes, baby, trust the view."

Hands in the air, ain't no slowin' the spin,
Heart in my throat but I'm all in again.
If this is the end, then let it be bright,
Let it be fast, let it feel right.

Maybe love ain't got a bottom, maybe love don’t land,
Maybe falling’s just the price when you trust both hands.
I been countin’ down miles, but the ground won’t show,
I been beggin’ for an end, but the sky won’t close.
Is it faith? Is it fate? Is it fear, is it flight?
Is it real if it lasts or more real if it dies?
Told her, "Maybe we ain't meant to stand, just move,"
She just smiled, said, "Then fall like you got nothin’ to lose."

Hands in the air, ain't no slowin' the spin,
Heart in my throat but I'm all in again.
If this is the end, then let it be bright,
Let it be fast, let it feel right.

Sky keeps changin’, but the ground stays gone,
Been fallin’ for years, but the drop drags on.
Thought I’d hit the bottom, thought the pain would land,
But the void just laughed and stretched out its hands.

"Still fallin’… still fallin’… still fallin'…"

Falling Without A Parachute

I don’t sleep, I just strategize,
Dreams digitized, every thought monetized,
Brain privatized, heart paralyzed,
Manifest wins, but my losses stay canonized.

Fast lane living, but the brakes don’t stick,
Flipping through the scriptures but the faith don’t click.
I should cut the cord, leave the phone alone,
But the reaper don’t knock—he just calls you back home.

They told me, “Slow down, find peace in the still,”
But I only feel alive when I’m climbing uphill.
But still, no middle ground—either legend or ghost,
Either bible verses, or lines of code.
Either God Mode or Airplane Mode.

I been up too high, I been gone too long,
I could rule the world or just log off.
No brakes, no rest, either on or off,
It’s God Mode, Airplane Mode.

I been movin’ like a rumor that’s too big to prove,
They maneuver through computers tryna shift the truth.
Every algorithm’s a noose that loops, that loops
They let the AI design who’s designed to lose.

Every blueprint’s a chess move, check the design,
Kings taking steps, but won’t step in the grime.
They monetize the crime, sterilize the decline,
I seen prophets with no pockets get left out to die.

Took flights out of reach just to land in my past,
Every lesson I skipped found a way to outlast.
Gold-plated burdens, they don't rust, just shine,
Read between the pixels, every post got a shrine.
It's devine, but we spinning to a rapid decline,
Was that my own thought, or just a digital mind?

Do I own my name or does it own me back?
Tried to ghost the game, but the past keeps track.
I should turn my phone off, put my mind on mute,
But the silence hit different when the echoes shoot.

Feet never touch pavement, I been lost in ascent,
They replace every savior when the cost don’t repent.
Got a mansion of ideas, but no doors to escape,
Cut the red tape for a mortgage and remorse for estates.

Turned blessings to burdens, turned wisdom to weight,
Try to lighten my soul but the levy won’t break.
God complex or just complex for God?
Even heaven got gates, but the keys feel flawed.

Ain’t no middle in the riddle, just a limit they wrote,
I seen the winners turn bitter tryna sit with the GOATs.
Is the height worth the fall if the view's too elite?
Every idol I chased left a cross at my feet.

If I turn my back now, do I sink or get free?
Is the mind worth the miles when the grind don’t cease?
Tried to log out, but the world won’t load,
Guess I’m God Mode or Airplane Mode.

Maybe peace ain't a place, it’s a price on your soul,
Maybe balance ain't real, just control that you stole.
Maybe winning’s just a habit that I’m too scared to leave,
Maybe silence is a language I don’t know how to speak.

Might crash, might rise, might burn, might glow,
Might need to touch the ground just to learn to let go.
But until that day, I’m stuck in my zone,
It’s God Mode, Airplane Mode.

God Mode, Airplane Mode

Met her by the river, where the willows bow and weep,
She called me like a whisper, pulled me down into the deep.
Eyes like crows in winter, black and full of woe,
And a mouth that spun sweet poison, with a voice so soft and low.

She danced just like a shadow, always one step out of reach,
Said, "A man who loves a wicked bird best never learns to preach."
But I swore I'd tame the fire, put a band upon her hand,
Never knew I’d lose my reason, never knew I’d lose my land.

Oh, my wicked bird, where’d you fly last night?
Left me with the whiskey burn, and a rage I couldn’t fight.
I saw you in the valley, tangled up in silver sheets,
Now your feathers stain the water, and the river sings for thee.

I followed like a madman, stumbling drunk through thorn and briar,
Saw her lying with another, bathed in moonlight, bathed in fire.
His hands upon her waist, where mine once carved my name,
And I felt the devil rise in me, and the knife it found the same.

Oh, my wicked bird, where’d you fly last night?
Left me with the whiskey burn, and a rage I couldn’t fight.
I saw you in the valley, tangled up in silver sheets,
Now your feathers stain the water, and the river sings for thee.

The town folks came at sunrise, dragged me from the crimson reeds,
They say a man who kills for love will die with love beneath his feet.
So they hung me from the oak tree, let the wind decide my sin,
But I swear I hear her laughing, every time the storm rolls in.

Oh, my wicked bird, are you free at last?
Did the river take your secret? Did it wash away the past?
Now I hang here in the valley, where the crows and sinners meet,
And the river keeps on singing, and it never sings for me.

Wicked Bird

Frost-bit vines on the old porch swing
Linen ghosts in the window frame
Calloused hands fold like tired wings
Moss in the cracks still call your name

Oh, there's snakes in the wheat
Silent when they strike, but they’re coiled at my feet
Told me love was a home, but the roof caved in
I was laughing in the dark, now I’m shedding skin...
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.

Lantern light through the pinewood slats
River turns where the bank turns black
Left your words in a wax-sealed pact
Opened it once, never sent it back.
Opened it once, never sent it back.
Opened it once, never sent it back.

Oh, there's snakes in the wheat
Silent when they strike, but they’re coiled at my feet
Told me love was a home, but the roof caved in
I was laughing in the dark, now I’m shedding skin...
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.

Wade through the cinder grass, barefoot and hollow
Snow in the harvest, a shadow to swallow
If I look back, will I turn to stone?
Or will I wake up and find I’m alone?
Oh, will I wake up and find I’m alone?


Cold light drips down the window sill
(If you’re out there, if you ever were—)
Did the snakes bite first, or did I let them in?

Snakes

The road is a ribbon, frayed at the ends,
A preacher of dust and a killer of men.
My mother was silence, my father the wind,
I was born in the cracks where the daylight bends.

Son of the sparrow, shadow of bone,
A thief of the morning, a king without throne.
No stone to my name, no earth to my own,
I walk where the rivers dry up into stone.

I laid with the widows, I drank with the damned,
I traded my mercy for blood on my hands.
I danced with the devil, I slept in the hills,
I buried my name where the cold never kills.

Son of the sparrow, shadow of bone,
A thief of the morning, a king without throne.
No stone to my name, no earth to my own,
I walk where the rivers dry up into stone.

A knife in my pocket, a song on my tongue,
A prayer to no savior, a breath in my lungs.
The wolves know my footsteps, the crows call me home,
But home is a place I will never have known.

So gather your daughters and bolt up your doors,
A man without mercy has no use for yours.
He walks in the whisper, he drowns in the foam,
The son of the sparrow will never come home.

Son Of The Sparrow

Footsteps wade through flood and ash
A silver tongue, a hunter’s lash
The altar’s set, the night is long
Tell me, do you know which side you’re on?

I swore I'd never bear this mark
But ink and shadow stain the heart

Are we tyrants, are we thieves?
Do we sharpen, do we sheathe?
We are hunger, we are flood
We’re the monsters born of blood

Rust-red river, fevered tide
The hands that bless, the hands that bind
A vow was made, a debt was sold
I wear the weight like woven gold

I swore I'd never bear this mark
But ink and shadow stain the heart

Are we tyrants, are we thieves?
Do we sharpen, do we sheathe?
We are hunger, we are flood
We’re the monsters born of blood

Oh, mercy, mercy, strike me blind
If I must see what’s left behind
I fed the fire, I spoke in tongues
Now tell me what I have become

Are we tyrants, are we thieves?
Do we sharpen, do we sheathe?
We are hunger, we are flood
We’re the monsters born of blood

Footsteps wade through flood and ash
A silver tongue, a hunter’s lash...

We're The Monsters

The Fox and the Gallows

I'm in a mood to run, better kill the lights
Driving till the road stops spinning
Whiskey burns a path, a futile, liquid fire
Each sip a bitter truth, fueling lost desire

Maybe I'll crash.

Maybe then you'd see what's left of me
Since you turned your back so easily
Just you and him, now I'm drowning in my sins
Like a ghost town burning underneath my skin

I wish I never heard your voice, wish I never felt your touch
Maybe then I wouldn’t crush myself just trying to move on
Wish I never played the fool, wish you didn’t make the rules
Now you’re gone and I’m undone,
I played for keeps, you played for fun
And home’s just somewhere that I stay
Should’ve let you walk away
Should’ve let you walk away

Maybe someday there’ll come a time, you’ll retrace your steps
Realize what you left behind—but maybe I'll be fine.
I should’ve built a fortress, braced against your call
But I let you cross the gates, and now my kingdom falls.

Maybe I'm rash.

Maybe down the line, you'll change your mind
And tell me that you were blind
But I won’t be around, 'cause I’ve bled enough
And I know that love ain’t smooth—it cuts, it’s rough.

I wish I never heard your voice, wish I never felt your touch
Maybe then I wouldn’t crush myself just trying to move on
Wish I never played the fool, wish you didn’t make the rules
Now you’re gone and I’m undone,
I played for keeps, you played for fun
And home’s just somewhere that I stay
Should’ve let you walk away
Should’ve let you walk away

Maybe in another life, we'd get it right
But I’m done waiting up at night
Should’ve let you walk away
Should’ve let you walk away

Should’ve Let You Walk Away

Somewhere in the dark, I hear you say my name
Like a lighthouse calling, like a hand in the rain

I leave notes on the mirror, trace my name in the dust
Tie a ribbon ‘round my finger, but time still forgets us
The days slip through like water, the years move like the tide
But I know you’ll be waiting, standing just outside.
Oh, I know you'll be waiting, standing just outside.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

I lose track of the seasons, but I remember your face
The warmth in your laughter, the way your touch stays
You sing in the kitchen, some tune from before
And I follow the sound back home to your door.
Oh, I follow the sound back home to your door.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

Time is a thief with no kindness to spare
But love is a lantern, still glowing somewhere
So when the light flickers, when I start to stray
Promise you’ll find me, and show me the way.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I Forget My Own Name

You roll in like a Sunday preacher,
Dressed up nice but ya hands ain’t clean.
Talk so sweet like a Delta sunrise,
But ya words cut sharp and mean.

You’re breathin’ down my neck, darlin’,
Breathin’ down my neck again.
I can feel ya in the shadows,
I can feel ya creepin’ in.

Got a way make a chain feel golden,
Got a way make a fool feel wise.
One hand pull me close so easy,
Other hand twist that knife.

You’re breathin’ down my neck, darlin’,
Breathin’ down my neck again.
Every step I take, ya closer,
Every step, ya closin’ in.

Oh, love ain’t love when it burns like fever,
Ain’t no freedom when ya hold too tight.
But even knowin’ all the damage,
Still see ya in my dreams at night.

You’re breathin’ down my neck, darlin’,
Breathin’ down my neck again.
No matter how far I keep runnin’,
No matter where, ya settin’ in.

Maybe someday I’ll stop turnin’
When I hear that whisper low,
But tonight ya got me cornered,
And I just can't let ya go.
No, I just can't let ya go.

Breathin' Down My Neck

"Wrap me up, pull me in, let me grow where you begin…"
"Round and round, we twist again…"

Met you on a Monday, blue sky, gold rays
Spinnin’ like a record, two hearts, one place
Tiptoe, let go, tangled in the chase
Wrapped up tight, but I like the way it sways

Ooh, we twist, we trip, we slip, we slide, we slide
Ooh, pull apart but stay entwined

We’re like thorny vines, swingin’ low, reachin’ high (oh-oh)
Kinda wild, kinda bright, kinda stuck, but it’s all right (uh-huh)
Round and round, we weave, every time!
You and me, yeah, we’re thorny vines (woo!)

Yeah, love ain't linear, more like Fibonacci
Step away, snap back, yeah, the pull got me
Venus flytrap when we clash, yeah, we bite
But we still keep growin’ through the cracks in the light
We ain’t picture-perfect, Polaroid got a crease
Two hands wrapped tight but we tug for release
You cut deep, I leave marks just the same
But a scar ain’t a wound, it’s just proof that we stay
Overgrown instincts, twistin’ through the chaos
Every thorn’s a lesson, every bloom is a payoff
Tried to cut it loose, but the roots still remain
No escape when the wild calls your name

Ooh, we bend, we break, we sway, we climb
Ooh, always back in perfect time

We’re like thorny vines, swingin’ low, reachin’ high (oh-oh)
Kinda wild, kinda bright, kinda stuck, but it’s all right (uh-huh)
Round and round, we weave, can’t unwind
You and me, yeah, we’re thorny vines

Yeah, sometimes I’m a prick, but you don’t seem to mind
You just roll your eyes, pull me back into the vine
We zig, we zag, yeah, we scratch, yeah, we sting
But we still grow back every damn spring

Ooh, we twist, we turn, we break, we bend
Ooh, but we find our way again

We’re like thorny vines, swingin’ low, reachin’ high (oh-oh)
Kinda wild, kinda bright, kinda stuck, but it’s all right (uh-huh)
Round and round, we weave, can’t unwind
You and me, yeah, we’re thorny vines

A little twist, a little spin (spin)
A little lost, a little in (in)
No straight lines, just loops and sways
But I’d wrap around you any day

"Wrap me up, pull me in, let me grow where you begin…"
"Round and round, we twist again…"

Thorny Vines

The floor's gone soft in the café where you swore you'd write your novel
Chipped tile glints like broken glass in puddles near the bottles
They serve espresso in the same gold cups but the mold is ankle-deep
And no one looks down anymore— they toast what they can keep 

Oh, Venice is still standing just barely above the tide
We speak like we're still dancing but we’ve drifted out of time
You said, "nothing sinks in a dream" but the water doesn’t lie
I keep coming back to the waterline where we said goodbye 

Your laugh still echoes off the walls of rooms we left untouched
Paintings peel, the frames stay hung— we called that holding on too much
I pass the palazzo where you brushed my hand like Da Vinci sketching ghosts
Unfinished lines in master plans that never came too close 

Venice is still breathing but she’s tired behind her eyes
Cathedrals full of silence and bells too proud to cry
You said, “what lasts is what we lose” but I’m not sure you were right
I keep coming back to the waterline to ask it why 

There’s mold on the marble but the ceiling still clings
A thousand-foot sky, above waterlogged things
You once said beauty isn’t built— it’s what survives the fall
But survival’s just another word for losing it all 

Venice is still lovely but not the way it was
We dress up ghosts in velvet then wonder why they pause
You said, “meet me in the ruins” and I swear, I still try
I keep coming back to the waterline to feel alive 

The city won’t shout, but it knows how to grieve
And I walk it in silence, ankle-deep
In the space between what we were and what’s left behind—
I wait at the waterline

At Waterline

Better Than Good

I Don't Trust Myself

Woke up with the river in my boots,
Sky lookin’ like it owed me a fight.
Train wailin’ down by the bayou bend,
Sounded ‘bout right for my night.

Left my roots in a busted bottle,
Traded road signs for smoke and sin—
Ain’t no compass when the devil’s drivin’,
Just a twitch in the bones and the wind.

I drift like the wind don't know me,
Float like the rain forgot my name.
Keep on movin’ ‘til the lines get crooked—
Guess I was born to drift anyway.

Found a shack where the porchboards groaned,
Old man squintin’ through a kerosene haze.
Said, “Boy, you look like a long-lost story—
With too many starts and no last page.”

Hung my coat on a nail full o’ rust,
Took a swig from a jar that bit like fire—
Even ghosts’ll sit when the sky turns red,
Even sins run outta desire.

I drift like the wind don't know me,
Float like the rain forgot my name.
Keep on movin’ ‘til the lines get crooked—
Guess I was born to drift anyway.

Every goodbye’s just a slow exhale,
Every mile’s another curse I sell.
Some folks stay, some raise hell—
Me? I drift... and I drift real well.

I drift like the wind don't know me,
Float like the rain forgot my name.
Keep on movin’ ‘til the lines get crooked—
Guess I was born to drift anyway.

Guess I was born… to drift anyway.

Drift

Nobody cried when the draft came calling
Nobody asked what we’re fighting for
They just waved flags at the evening screen
Then turned the lock on their front door

Nobody blinked at the wicked teachings
New commandments carved in haze
They told the kids to cut the mirror
And called the blood a better phase

Nobody moves, nobody sees
We numb the guilt with dopamine
The pain is blurred, the path is closed
We check our feed
Before it goes

Nobody speaks of the lines we buried
Where man and meaning used to stand
Now every word is up for bidding
And truth dissolves right in your hand

Nobody runs when the shots are ringing
Nobody moves when the bodies fall
They draw the blinds, refresh the ticker
And mutter, “That won’t change at all”

Nobody moves, nobody sees
We numb the guilt with dopamine
The pain is blurred, the path is closed
We check our feed
Before it goes

Nobody knows if the wound is fatal
Or if we’ve simply gone too numb
We teach our hate with smiling faces
And wonder why we come undone

Nobody guards what the heart remembers
Nobody shields what the soul once knew
We give the kids a screen and silence
And wonder why they come unglued

Nobody moves, nobody sees
We numb the guilt with dopamine
The pain is blurred, the path is closed
We check our feed
Before it goes

Nobody runs when the soul gets hollow
We drink and scroll and never follow
Nobody cares that the room is spinning
We lost the plot
But call it winning

Nobody runs when the soul gets hollow
We drink and scroll and never follow
Nobody cares that the room is spinning
We lost the plot
But call it winning

Nobody Moves

What Did I Become?

Tangle Theory

Sold my soul for a Marlboro light
Lit it off the flame of a jukebox riot
Preacher said, “Son, you best repent”
I said, “Only if you cover the rent”

I ain’t no beast, just got the itch
Chewin’ on that preacher pitch
No halo, no savin’ grace—
Just this hunger I can’t erase

Met a woman with a gambler’s grin
Poured her gin, said, “Where you been?”
She said, “Love’s a lie they dress in white—
It’ll leave you broke by Wednesday night”

I ain’t no beast, just got the itch
Chewin’ on that preacher pitch
No halo, no savin’ grace—
Just this hunger I can’t erase

Sheriff found me hummin’ blues
Boots full of sins and Baton Rouge news
Said, “Boy, you speak like the Devil’s kin”
I said, “Guess I learned from the shape I’m in”

I ain’t no beast, just got the itch
Chewin’ on that preacher pitch
No halo, no savin’ grace—
Just this hunger I can’t erase

Tell the butcher, “Wrap it cold”
Blood don’t lie and truth gets old
Danced with demons dressed in law—
They smiled wide and loved my flaw

Ain’t no savior where I tread
Just a backseat full of names I fled
If I’m cursed, then let it roll—
Least I kept a little soul
Oh, least I kept just a little ol’ soul.

The Itch

Winter rushes through the rusted screen,
Pine smoke clings where your coat had been

You left with a note in a coffee can
Said, “Don’t chase ghosts—be a better man”
I laughed ‘til the whisky turned to spit
Folded your words, bit by bit

Oh, I'm just a December fool
Counting time by the logs I burn
Talkin’ to God like a lonesome mule
Never sure what I’m s’posed to learn
And you, you had July in your bones
Now I’m frostbit and throwin' stones

The pond's gone solid, like your goodbye
Crows fight over nothin’ under a gunmetal sky
Your blue scarf’s still hangin’ on that fence
Like it’s waitin' for me to make some sense

Oh,  I'm just a December fool
Sharpenin' grief on a pocketknife
Built a chapel outta rusted tools
Prayin’ for the worst days of my life
And you, you had heat in your hands
And I just sink like boots in the land

You said, “Don’t rot in the place we met”
But I carved our names in the creek bed yet
And the flood came down like a sermon’s slap
Took our mark, but never brought you back

Oh,  I'm just a December fool
Made my bed where the cold wind stings
Runnin’ on hope like an old barstool
With a prayer that don’t mean a thing
And you, you are thunder in spring
I’m just talkin’ to bones and things

If love was a season, I missed the bloom
Still talkin' to ghosts in an empty room
I'm just a December fool
A fumblin' hand with a dulled-out tool

Winter rushes through the rusted screen,
Pine smoke clings where your coat had been

December Fool

He said, “Son, Don’t ask and I won’t lie,”
Tossed the keys to the ‘95
Momma’s rosary swung from the dash
Whole life packed in a Walmart sack

We passed the last barn before the border
With names we don’t use anymore
He drove like he was beatin' some order
That hadn’t knocked yet on our door
And me, I was twelve and full of thunder
Now I’m just a man who wonders

Gas station coffee at 3:13
He watched the road like it meant something
He said “There’s lines you cross with a shovel or flame,
But a boy like you don’t play that game.

We passed the last barn before the border
Where the silo leans like it heard too much
He never spoke of what came before her
Just lit a smoke with a farmer’s touch
And me, I held the silence like a shield
Dreamin’ of fences in open fields

We stopped where the river thinned to bone
He said, “Son, this is where you make your own”
I walked ten paces, turned around
But he was gone like the sound
And I still recall his trembling voice
Like a treasure buried but never found.

Last barn before the border’s still standin’
With initials carved in the weathered beams
I come back each year just for the landin’
Of a truth I still only see in dreams
And me, I’m half ghost, half his spit
Drivin’ roads I don't think he ever quit

And the preacher on the radio says, “Let it go”
But that’s not something country boys know...
Oh, it's not something country boys know.

Last Barn Before The Border

They meet behind the old feed store
Where the town don’t tend to go no more


Earl plays spoons, Hank brings a jug
Lena belts like she once knew love
Billy Joe taps the beat on his cast
Each voice cracked like a weathered mast

We're the Dry County Choir
Singin’ grace through barbed-wire throats
Found salvation in an old flat tire
And mercy in borrowed coats
Ain’t no steeple, but we stand just fine
Holdin’ pitch in a busted line
Not divine, we're the Dry County Choir

They don’t sell liquor inside these lines
But the past still pours from our blood like wine
We don’t drink no more, we testify
With a harmony that’ll make God cry

We're the Dry County Choir
Swappin’ sins for secondhand songs
Every verse rises a little higher
Till the guilt don’t feel so wrong
Ain’t no pulpit, but we’ve got this shed
Where the ghosts' forget and the living ain’t dead
Least not yet, we're the Dry County Choir

The sheriff don’t ask, the preacher don’t come
But the cornfield listens when the singing’s done

We’re the Dry County Choir
Hymns from the lost and tired
We bend our shame into gospel fire
And burn it slow on a busted wire
Ain’t no altar but the dirt we own
Ain’t no heaven like singing alone
We attone, we're the Dry County Choir

Dry County Choir... Dry County Choir...

Dry County Choir

I sigh a silence through my sleeves
Speak in gestures no one reads
Smile like it’s muscle memory
I’ve learned to disappear clean

It’s easier to bruise in private
And wear the wound like design
Tell me I seem so calm—
Yeah, that’s the crime

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

You ask why I never flinch
I’ve made numbness feel like skin
You hold the match like a dare
But I’m already not there-
Oh, oh, I'm already not there!

It’s easier to hide in pattern
Than gamble what's not returned
The burn you fear?
I’ve learned to yearn and not get burned

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

Some call it fear, I call it form
Some call it love, I call it worn
If I never bleed, is it still a war?
If I never crack, is it still yours?

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

Some call it fear, I call it form
Some call it love, I call it worn
I didn’t break—just changed the shape they thought was mine
Soft as armor, stitched to tear but I'll be fine.

Soft Armor

You said I spark like I’m about to break
I said nothing—that’s how I operate
Every fuse inside me’s burnt but clean
You’d never guess where I’ve been seen

Tension builds behind the eyes
No flash, no sign—just trace and time

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Kept my current under skin
Never tripped, never let them in
I know the surge that silence makes
It’s not the shock, it’s what it takes

Pressure builds but never screams
Buried deep in idle machines

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Keep your hands where I can't feel
Keep your warmth off my shield
This isn't fear—it's how I deal
With all the live wires I conceal

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Keep your hands where I can't feel
Keep your warmth off my shield
This isn't fear—it's how I deal
With all the live wires I conceal

A signal left when everything’s off
A flicker still ticking when the world’s shut off

Stray Voltage

You paused mid-fight, I let it crash
You stitched the code, I kept the scratch
We used to burn through every round
No soft resets, no calming down

You said the pain would wear me thin
I said at least I’d feel it in my skin

Pull the plug, don’t fake the strain
Don’t clean the wound, don’t change the frame
I glitch in full, I break with style
Your autosave just cramps the file
You ghost the risk, I ride the wave-
I don’t need an autosave
I don’t need an autosave!

Your love came padded, mine was bare
You closed the tab, I stayed right there
We played on hard with nothing left
You buffer loss—I hold what's wrecked

You said survival means control
I said some scars are what make you whole

Pull the plug, don’t fake the strain
Don’t clean the wound, don’t change the frame
I glitch in full, I break with style
Your autosave just cramps the file
You ghost the risk, I ride the wave
I don’t need an autosave-
I don’t need an autosave!

Some things break and that’s the point
I live in cracks you’d try to join
You update pain to something neat
I wear the version you delete
I don’t need an autosave!

Pull the plug, don’t fake the strain
Don’t clean the wound, don’t change the frame
I glitch in full, I break with style
Your autosave just cramps the file
You ghost the risk, I ride the wave
I don’t need an autosave-
I don’t need an autosave!

No restart
No reply
Just the version
Where we both die

I don’t need an autosave!
I don’t need an autosave!
I don’t need an autosave!

Autosave

I wear my doubts like medal pins
Zipper high, stitched tight at the chin
My sleeves hide things I don’t explain
A stitched-up map of exit lanes

I scan the room like a locked file
My walk rehearsed, my teeth in style
They see the cut, not where it tears
I’ve got a smile I never wear

You said, “you good?”
I said, “I stay ready”
Which meant:
No
And never steady

Badboy bomberjacket
Built for wind, not weight
I move like myth through window light
But come apart
In quieter ways

Each pocket holds a fallback plan
A number, meds, a wedding band
Not mine, not hers—just some lost proof
That comfort tends to kill the room

I fake a laugh, I miss my cue
I stay on beat, avoid the truth
You reached for me—I held too still
Like contact breaks a quiet build

Badboy bomberjacket
Steel-stanced, soft-stitched
You thought you saw my heart through it
But that was just
The lining twitch

Don’t confuse
Composure with conviction
I’m not calm
Just good at fiction
It's an affliction

You said, “you good?”
I said, “I stay ready”
Which meant:
No
Gone if you let me.

I looked good
Until the mirror fogged
Then killed the light
And zipped it off
And then back on.

Badboy bomberjacket
Still hanging by your door
Not mine, not yours, just what I leave
When I can’t
Say what it’s for

Badboy Bomberjacket

I switch to night mode before I speak
Tones muted, thoughts trimmed for sleep
I keep the volume just below confession
You text, “you up?”
I was.
Just not for talking.

My jacket’s on the chair
Not hung, not tossed
Folded like I plan to stay
But not too long

You touched my collar
I checked my tone

Night mode
Means: don’t ask
Night mode
Means: don’t stay
Night mode all day.

I look clean in grayscale
I sound better at delay

This is where the color drops
Where space shines louder than words
Where soft things get edited out
“That's cool, that's cold, no doubt.”

I washed my hands before the lie
Let the water run longer than I need
You caught the way I dried them slow
Like regret lives in every crease

You text,
“I know you like this”
I reply,
“I don’t dislike it”
Which is the closest I come to wanting

Night mode
Fades the edges
Night mode
Saves the scene
Night mode dims my screen

You kissed like you meant to remember
I left like I meant to repeat

My name looked strange in your text thread
Too soft against your brighter contacts
I almost replied with something warm
But opted for spacing

I rehearse my exits
While you sleep
I’ve left more rooms
Than I’ve ever entered
But I fold the sheets
Before I leave

Night mode
What I switch to
When I almost
Mean it

Night mode
Where I keep
Everything
I don’t
Deserve

Night Mode

Bells in the mist call no one home,
Dreams choke in thorns over brittle stone.

We built our beds in broken streets,
Wove lullabies from worn-out screens.
Glass castles, blinking red and blue,
We drank the spell and never knew.

Sleeping plague, silent crown,
Dreamers lay their bodies down.
Sleeping plague, hollow kings,
Wake for nothing, die for dreams.

A hundred years of silent scrolls,
Wires grow through sleeping souls.
A kiss of fear, a kiss of screens,
Not one wakes up — not even screams.

Sleeping plague, silent crown,
Dreamers lay their bodies down.
Sleeping plague, hollow kings,
Wake for nothing, die for dreams.

No fire, no sword, no prayer will sever,
The web we spin to sleep forever.

Sleeping plague, silent crown,
Dreamers lay their bodies down.
Sleeping plague, hollow kings,
Wake for nothing, die for dreams.

Sleep... Sleep... Sleep...

Sleeping Plague

Cracks in the ground where the poppies grow,
Ash in the mouth where the sweet words go.

Built my house from broken bones,
Fed my fire with prayers and stones.
Took the strays the world threw out,
Taught ‘em hunger, taught ‘em doubt.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

Children come with hollow eyes,
Begging for the sweetest lies.
Better they fear my smoke and scar,
Than beg for crumbs from dying stars.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

I never asked for thanks or prayers,
I never wove them golden snares.
Only sharpened what they’d need —
A mouth for blood, a soul for seed.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

Better a bitter end than none...

Iron Teeth

Mother with teeth like roots,
Sister of frost-bitten fruit,
They dressed her in red so she'd bleed bright—
She wore it to bait the night.

No bread in the basket,
No wine in the jug,
Only salt on my tongue and a tooth in my glove.
I walked that path without a prayer—
Let the trees stare.

Wolfsister, blood in the snow,
Sharp as the truth they don’t want you to know.
Wolfsister, teeth in the dark,
Bite like the flame they forgot in your heart.

He came sniffing like they all do—
Soft hands, sharp lies,
The kind that chew.
But I had a secret under my skin:
A hunger born of deeper sin.

Wolfsister, blood in the snow,
Sharp as the truth they don’t want you to know.
Wolfsister, teeth in the dark,
Bite like the flame they forgot in your heart.

Nails split, breath thick,
My bones forgot the girl-trick.
I howled once—it cracked the sky,
And I tore out the part that knew how to cry.

Wolfsister, blood in the snow,
Sharp as the truth they don’t want you to know.
Wolfsister, teeth in the dark,
Bite like the flame they forgot in your heart.

Wolfsister

We spoke through cracks in crumbling stone
Your breath a feather grazing bone
The moon, too dim to make us whole
Watched us try to make it home.
The moon too dim to make us whole

The fig tree trembled as you ran
Me, still warm from where you’d been
I wore your name beneath my skin
Soft as a vow, loud as sin
I wore your name beneath my skin

Mulberry red beneath our feet
Where nothing speaks and no one sleeps
If I had stayed, if you turned back
Would time have bent to trace our tracks?

A lion’s jaw, a veil half-torn
Petals gripped like they could warn
Your blood was fast beneath my knees
Love like this is not released
Your blood was fast beneath my knees

The earth won’t say who loved the most
Or which of us was marked or lost
I found your shape in letting go
And kissed the blade to make it slow
I found your shape in letting go

Mulberry red beneath our feet
Where nothing speaks and no one sleeps
If I had stayed, if you'd delayed
Would stars have dared to look away?

Two mouths on opposite sides of the wall
Still moving long after the fall
They said we were too young to see
But what did they build honestly?

Mulberry red, you bloom each year
Where shadows grow in place of fear
We weren’t wrong, just not in line
You wore the sky, I broke my spine

“Still,” you said, “I’ll find you still…”

Mulberry Red

Hard Times, Fast Mouths

Ah—
Same cup, same hand, same spin on the chair
If I can repeat it
I don’t have to feel it

I stir my coffee three times
Clockwise
Always
It doesn't taste better
But I know what comes next

I count the windowpanes in the morning
Like they’ll disappear if I don’t
It’s not obsession
It’s just—
Something to finish

Minor ritual
Keeps the pulse exact
Minor ritual
No room for collapse
I don’t pray
I reset
I don’t cry
I rinse out
Minor ritual
Clean hands
Closed mouth

I press my shirt like I’ll see someone
I won’t
But the line stays straight
Which is enough

I open messages
Then close them
Unread, but organized
It’s not ghosting
It’s curation

You once asked why I light the same candle
Let it burn, blow it out, walk away
It’s because I like
When something ends
On my terms

Minor ritual
No flame, just spark
Minor ritual
No depth, just mark
I keep the chaos
Color-coded
Keep the silence
Lightly loaded

You said,
“Why not just feel it?”
I said,
“I do.
Just—slow.
And softly.
And never where it shows.”

Minor ritual
What I do
So I don’t
Undo



The crows don’t circle near the well
Since they buried Isabel

She lived where the heather burned too fast
With a garden no one dared walk past
Pulled root and flower with the same care
And hung her herbs in silent prayer
She spoke to bees and sang to rain
And healed the town, then took the blame

A widow’s child caught fever’s hand
She healed him quick with paste and brand
The mother wept, then turned to stone
And whispered lies with sharpened tone
The vicar called her gift a sin
And watched the crowd press inward in

Now Isabel lies under ash
No stone to mark, no soil to splash
They lit the fire, then turned away
And left the smoke to speak and stay
But every spring, the garden blooms
In perfect rows like funeral rooms

The preacher swore she cursed the land
While hiding tremors in his hand
The butcher’s boy heard voices still
Calling herbs by name from hill
And mothers swore the bread went dry
Though Isabel had never lied

Now Isabel lies under ash
Where lilacs push through soot and trash
The townsfolk pass her plot in haste
And fear the sweetness in the taste
But every year, some child will stray
And leave wildflowers where she lay

Now Isabel lies under ash
No name, no stone, no words to stash
The wind still sings her mother’s tune
And bees still guard her ghost in bloom
The fire took her, but not her name
She lives in bloom, she speaks in flame

They buried truth with blood and lash
And called it justice—under ash

Isabel Under Ash

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Found one on the dash: "Ease your mind"
Another by the keys: "Take your time"
Back of my coat said "Don’t forget to breathe"
And every little word felt like it came from me

You never raised your voice, no grand displays
Just quiet love in quiet ways
Fridge door notes, and morning light
Your quiet presence always felt just right

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

One by the sink said “You’ll be okay”
Taped to the cup I still use today
You wove your love in everyday things
Like coffee lids and kitchen sinks

You didn’t need a speech to let me know
You believed in me when I couldn’t show
And when I drifted, you kept me close
Just stuck to my soul like a Post-it note

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

You left grace in the grain of a folded edge
Wrote hope in the margins where I lose my step
One note on the desk said “Get some rest”
Another on the fan just said “Do your best”

Never loud with the love, but it held real weight
Like a meal made slow on a tired plate
I’d drift, you’d anchor with a scribbled line
Never needed poems, just a crooked sign

A taped-up scrap near the nightstand light
Said “You’re not broken, just bent too tight”
Those words ain’t pretty, but they pulled me close
Like breath on glass or a hand through smoke

You gave truth in a way that it never preached
Like a balm in a world that don’t teach peace
Now your voice don’t ring, but it still rewinds
Each note a reminder that I’m still aligned

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Little notes that saved my soul
Little signs when I lost control
You weren’t loud, but your love still spoke
Still holdin’ on like a Post-it Note

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Slow down... you're doing fine
You matter, even on the quiet days
Still proud of you

Post-It Notes

The Scapegoat

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Tech enthusiast. Lifelong songwriter. I use AI to make music.

Band Lineup:
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country

I’ve been writing and performing music since my younger days, though life took me on a 20-year journey through the tech world. Songwriting has always been my passion—a way to capture emotions, stories, and moments. Now, with the help of AI, I’m turning my lyrics into the music I love to listen to. 

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