The shadow slithers
on the ground...
believe it or not,
but we're under their control...
I need but one day.
Just one will do just nicely...
I promise you will come to see
Through all the blinding wrath I bring...
the sun climbs
up a stairwell...
She shot the man dead
but being a good father...
The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...
Stepping forward to the past
on the path you tip toe...
I crash upon her boney shores
praying to suffer no more...
Built up walls around me isolation
dark matter of my own creation...
Buried my past with my bones
I raise my glass; I'm not a quitter...
She sometimes lives as if she's all alone.
Voices have her attention while she stares into...