The lights in the trees hang higher now Soft thrills glow warmly within A song of the night approaching slow Cosmic footsteps unsure of what lies ahead
The hand that was not there broke my world The voice with no mouth an echo of insanity And the first step off a cliff I’d always chased Edge over the black depths of silent whispers.
Masses swept up in a frenzy of feeling Words forgotten, or whispered on the edge of touch Sensation a ruler over the valley walked in shadow
Hold tight the paper hand Follow the scent of dust and madness into the past These black tunnels beneath the world Where evil whispers it’s secrets.
We met at the crossroads Beneath a different moon Edges like water, the stars falling A constant rain of glittering dust Always beginning at the same place
Flames pulled the inner lining of my threadbare jacket The only cover on a soul washed raw A trickle of blood from an injury I never noticed Washed by rain from my face upturned to the sky.
A blanket on the world, thick, oppressive Stars digging their way through the sky In an effort to reach the surface below
I could listen to your lies forever Give me no glimpse of the truth Shroud me in your black curtains Until words have no meaning