Kim Churchill

My days are numbered. Whether many or few. Some are lost in the slumber. But i know times, and it knows you. Wake the birds. And the sky now. I've watched them sleep for hours and I grow lonely. Even fierce fires fall to embers without some form of f

She Followed all her answers, to a room lost in the sea. Now all of those chances proved not meant to be. She said give me back the whispers that i fight the wind to hear. Give me back the labours, make me work for what i wear. And is it here and now

You who delight. And don't deny. You who surprise the world with the might behind your eyes. Show your alive and you'll survive. Bring out your ways. Through the Fog and the haze. Live out your days the way your mind chooses to fade. Its only time, i

There's too many ways. To take you on. To few are the windows in your days to move on. And the Fog drowns the mountain out in the evening. And the sun holds is gaze around, it is retreating. But save all you know, as you stand there seething. Embrace

You and your white coat are stained. Inject a haze in my brain. The healer boasts he's insane. Retire to the sun hail and rain. There's no more to your windows than the pain. I'd clip the wings you'd leave the dead out in the rain. Its 3 AM and the r

Water Doesn't care where its running. It moves over what it's given. Roads are always black, while their rules are always white. A million arrows to a million paths. Systems within systems we've made with our gifts. A cell of systems seems all we hav

Fighting to begin I knew not what was in store. I could not help you. Could not help you any more. I let the silence win now the sound is still clean. Paving the footpaths of the roads we once made. Holding onto your hand as your breath began to slow