Thrice
silver wings
From tender years, you took me for granted
But still I deigned to wander through your lungs
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed
Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung
I drew the poison from the summer's sting
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing
And if you'd let me, I would move again
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair
Helped form the final words before your death
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath
And after all of this, I am amazed
That I am cursed far more than I am praised.
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- To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere
- Anthology
- Miscellaneous
- Major/Minor
- Beggars
- The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV: Air & Earth
- The Alchemy Index Vols. I & II: Fire & Water
- Vheissu
- The Artist in the Ambulance
- The Illusion Of Safety
- Identity Crisis
- The Artist In The Ambulence
- Illusion of Safety
- Live At The House Of Blues
- The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV
- First Impressions
- The Alchemy Index: Vol. I & II
- If We Could Only See Us Now
- Live From The Apple Store
- Death From Above