still these curses that scar my skin
been knocking on her door all night
no answer not even a whisper
of life inside yet light pervades
the shades and shadows passing
in the damp lamplight in the deep dark
this hour of darkness this time
it is time to leave to never speak
never again into her ear cheek to cheek
lips touch lips hand strokes hand
caress no more these fickle feelings
betrayed come morning so says the silence
another in my place was it ever mine
or her empty glass to drink her fill and refill as she divines
i forget myself in the presence of mirrors
reflections of what could have been or may yet come to pass
what could feel bending mass what could fill this empty glass
gravity slows time and heart beats fast
ghosts of summers and rainy days past
long late talks of god and love and death and faith
short strings drawn tight and knotted without grace
all i wanted was to see your face
all i ever needed was your embrace
all i now know is foul and fake
scar my skin mar my mind bar my heart
but i guess my soul is still intact
though faint and black
still flows my blood
in my veins my bones my marrow
am i bow drawn taught awaiting an arrow
to set ablaze this damp lamplight
come find me on fifth and main
come find me set true my aim
come find me before i forget my name