Black Sunday

Black Sunday

Dec 8, 2019


She pulls me close

Says that she loves me

That she wishes to still be around

On the day that I marry

Tightly she holds

But the plan still unfolds

Cutting the cord from the mother

Who gave me everything

If you won’t save her

Please just take her

Nothing breaks her away

From the promise of a better day

— from Nothing More - “God Went North”


It’s time.



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    - determination
    - confidence
    - sorrow


And so the story goes

When I leave will you let me go?

When the words stop coming

And the fear starts setting in slow

Don’t let me find you hiding under the covers

It’s your last chance, oh you’d better

Call your mother

All our hope is lost down in the gutter

— from Coheed and Cambria - “The Gutter”