1. EVERGREEN

Newfound serenity.
Tranquility, overwhelming me.
A peace of mind, refocused eyes.
Breathing life from life.

To heal the infection behind our reflections…

Descend into the evergreen
Sever yourself from the screen.

Composure implores in the world before you.
Harmony, even if it’s only temporary.
Breathing life from life.

To heal the infection behind our reflections…

Descend into the evergreen
Sever yourself from the screen.

A disconnect exists.
The source: hard to resist.
Pervasive: a way of life.
In excess, a cause for strife.

We’ve fallen victim to our own designs.
We’re slowly withering away in our minds.

Embrace the wonder in this world.

Descend into the evergreen
Sever yourself from the screen.

Embrace the wonder in this world


2. AN APPARITION

I don’t know what I’ve become.
I’m a shadow of the man that I once thought I was.
Feeling like an imposter; finding myself at a loss for Words.
I fear my faults can’t be undone and the worst is yet to Come.

I am an apparition, fallen short of intended fruition.

I’ve been dying just to see your smile, to feel the warmth Of a summer’s day
My own design has failed me.
Advancement led astray.

Misguided architect.
Rebuilding to outweigh the inevitable decay.
Faulted foundation; imperfect creation.
Know that in the darkest desolation
There is a light alive.

I’ve been dying just to see your smile, to feel that warmth (Of a summer’s day)
My own design has failed me.
Advancement led astray.

When the sun goes down don’t let your luminesce follow.
Be your own source because we are not hollow.

I’ve been dying just to see your smile, to feel the warmth Of a summer’s day
My own design has failed me.
Advancement led astray.

There is a light alive.
We are a light alive.


3. SAUDADE

I pour over the words she wrote.
I reminisce, emptiness in each note.
Her voice lingering: a captivating tone.
The melody: once unknown.

Haunted by a ghost who found a more favorable host.

Is it you or the thought of you?
A longing for something old, yet new
It tears me apart.
Incomplete: with a wound at heart.

An ocean divides incipient affection.
Absence increased, she became a recollection.
Budding infatuation uprooted abloom.
Flourishing elation grew into gloom.

In vacancy consumed.
Reliving the past, missteps in moments passed.

Haunted by a ghost who found a more favorable host.

Is it you or the thought of you?
A longing for something old, yet new
It tears me apart.
Incomplete: with a wound at heart


4. RETRACE

Ghosts in their natural colors, dancing across my eyes
They guide me to splintered paths, to all the pasts I never Had

Every step met with questions: no depth, no perception
I’d retreat as far as my mistakes could take me

At the water’s edge, I bowed my head to drink, only to drown

Retrace, then return
Time won’t take us back

Memories steeped in vagrancy,
I can’t face the present
without turning to the past

At the water’s edge, I bowed my head to drink, only to drown

Retrace, then return
Time won’t take us back

Visions we’re cursed to carry,
the terror of being temporary
Our choices confine us,
But our resolve defines us


5. WOVEN HANDS

We've been pacing in circles,
As if the steps could bring us full circle.
Tracing the spaces we took our first steps in.

We've cleared our homes of mirrors,
Feeding our vanities.
We’re calamities claiming casualties.
Self-afflicting tragedies.

Worries so small, confined to our own palms.
Inner imperfections, unnoted in our reflections.

This place becomes our black mark.
Woven hands, we wander into the dark.
Lost in the process of finding progress.
We are lost.

We've cleared our homes of mirrors,
Feeding our vanities.
We’re calamities claiming casualties.
Self-afflicting tragedies.

Worries so small, confined to our own palms.
Inner imperfections, unnoted in our reflections.
Affliction rests on these troubled faces.
Complacency creates vacancies.

Our hands never intended to bear these burdens.
(Inactivity breeding misery, complacency creating Vacancies.)
Our hands never intended to bear these burdens.
(We've been pacing in circles,
As if the steps could bring us full circle.)

Worries so small, confined to our own palms.
Inner imperfections, never noted in our reflections.
Affliction rests on these troubled faces.
Complacency creates vacancies.

Leaving a vacancy in me


6. NUMB

Trapped in our vanity.
Disrupting my sanity.
So hollow, it makes me weak.
Feeling for words , I try to speak.

Searching for warmth.
They all seem the same.
Every flame.
Expectations unreal; and now I feel so numb.

Illusory; the cause of this disconnect.
I feel no effect.
Reoccurring in my brain.
An idle hope, persists in vain.

Searching for warmth.
They all seem the same.
Every flame.
Expectations unreal; and now I feel so numb.

Trapped in our vanity.

Searching for warmth.
They all seem the same.
Every flame.
Expectations unreal; now I feel so numb