April 16 – Broken Inhibitions

We are sitting up on this falling hill,
Slowly crawling down this black expanse.
Below we can see stars littering the ground.
We are minutes from self-destruction, reckless combustion.
Breathing in fumes of promise and escape
Hoping the fallout was worth the crash and burn.
Heartache nothing more than a stain on dark canvas,
With crystal clear intentions shattered.
Whispering goodbye in a howl of guts and twisted metal.
And grey carpet hits our feet like gravity
Endlessly fighting for the inch ahead into the shining light
Of infinity and immortality.

We’re as lonely as the silence we’ve created.

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March 5 – The House that Fell

I fear myself entombed
Trapped within the dark
Stale air surrounds me
The stench of sickness
Of death and decay
I scrape, scrape, scrape
You’ve buried me here
Where no one can hear
Screams from my throat
The knock of my hands
The beat of my heart
I scrape, scrape, scrape
There’s no escaping
Fate ties my wrists
You knew I would die
And you wait for me
To come drag you
Down, down, down.

– Tegan Thuss

February 25 – Hallowed Halls

You always told me if I was quiet and stopped to listen to the world I would hear your voice whispering in my ear. All I hear is the silence weighing me down, the humming drone of a world turning while you fight to breathe. I always thought that the sun was the light you let out of your eyes, straight from your soul, burning. The sun is up, but your eyes are closed and there’s something about the shimmer that makes me want to shut the blinds. I can’t remember the last time you smiled, and I’m trying to piece together your laugh from parts of conversations running continuously through my mind. We’ve left these words hanging by the door, lying in the bed, moving round the kitchen, following me until I cannot hear anything but the echo of the silence that they leave. Your hands are cold, your half gone already, pale fragment, faded photograph I am trying to restore. It’s not easy when your sighs sound like moans of the dying, when you live like a ghost waiting to dissipate. I am the walking dead without the life you had to share with me, you are the dying light I wish that I could switch back on.

– Tegan Thuss

February 22 – A Confession to the Dying

You’ve always been that little voice
Coaxing me through life and love
You’ve always been that shining smile
Holding my heart in the palm of your hands
Like I was tender, cherished beyond anything

You’ve always shown me happiness
With the sparkle of your eye
You’ve always fixed my broken parts
Gluing the fragile fragments back together
Like I wasn’t damaged, destroyed

You’ve always been the better part of me
No regrets or guilt at all
You’ve always shown me what it is to live
My heart racing to catch up to yours
Like I could do anything, be anything

You’ve always known how to read the stars
Dreams and memories colliding into galaxies
You’ve always made the world grow
With the sharp wit of your voice
Like it knew you were worth moving for

You’ve always been my light in darkness
Letting me fight the shadows
You’ve always been the fairy dust
Helping me to fly into my hopes
Like my tears were a river, floating you onward

You’ve always been my compass
And I will find you again, when it’s time to rest my weary soul

– Tegan Thuss

February 20 – When We All Fall, I’ll Fall With You

When the stars fall down
We’ll be just two people in a dying world
And the Earth will stop turning
But our hearts will keep beating
The sky so black without hope of light
Our bodies entwined our hands clenched tight

When the seas stop flowing
We’ll be just two people in the decaying world
And the Earth will stop growing
But our blood will keep pumping
There’s nothing left for us but pain
So I’ll just clasp you to my chest again.

– Tegan Thuss 

January 25 – Without a Pulse

We’re just two dead things
In a living world
Clinging to the earth
And each other

And if our days should end
We’ll still be holding hands
Cause in this underground world
You’re my lover

Our hearts don’t beat
Our eyes can’t meet
But our hands hold tight
Where there is no light

We’re just two dead things
In a living world
Clinging to lost hopes
And each other

– Tegan Thuss 

January 4 – Scarred Halo

I walk through the graveyard of my past selves
My yesterday lives
They reach out and cling to my legs
But I walk on to the light past their dead fingers
Blank stares caress my cheeks
Tongues lick at the soles of my feet
They trace the scars long healed
That they left for me to remember
It’s quiet here, inside myself
Water washing at the shore just outside the gate
I’ve got this key in my hand, rusted but new
There are hands at my ankles
Loving smiles under foot
Sadness dripping from tired eyes
But I’m walking through it all
Right on past the end

– Tegan Thuss

December 28 – Haunted by Shadows

We are shadows of the living
Crawling up from the past
Clawing at your senses
As you pass us by

You think we are figments
Gone in the blink of an eye
But we rise again
Haunting you

The dead can chill the heart
Twist and turn the dagger deep
If you let us rest a minute
In the house while you sleep

We are darkness in the light
Creeping in the corner
You turn and we are gone
But we can never really leave

We weep because we linger
There is no way to go
So we stay close to the living
To remember who we’ve been

– Tegan Thuss