The Filler
Your sin created my killer
Your sin left this hole
And all you received was a filler
For 31 years of a forgotten goal
Now you rub the pain deeper
And expect smiles in return
Her see-through lust couldn't be cheaper
But we will survive your burns
I pray you find yourself again
I pray my father will surface
Your efforts are put to strain
But can find that sacred purpose.
Laura Daigle
Harbor on Antiquated
Her eyes harbored on antiquated
His mouth was all she read
Their thoughts somehow fated
For everything left unsaid
She left the world she lived
He gave her soul-less flight
Their lips burned to forgive
The mortal blackened night
Futures abound curled paths ahead
Two lives imprinted in history
Forever will never be completely said
And forever will always be the mystery...
Laura Daigle
Loaded Gun
I gave my gun away loaded
A shot you took shaped & molded
Blanks fired throughout my soul
Burying skeletons tired & full
A Bullet reached mortal ground
Where a lifeless past died & found
Secrets stored for target's aim
Releasing dark & all it's shame
I wash my hands of hate's blood stain
I take my share, I take your blame
I give you back my loaded gun
I give it back as all or none...
Laura Daigle
