With the coming of the New Year
Life is breathed back into wintered bones...

Eloquent tongues spit white hot poison
Each word a searing pain...

I hit the road, with nothing but a rucksack slung...
And her hand warm in mine...

Grab her by the throat
Watch her choke...

I feel like I'm part of a movie
Where I'm the bad guy, the monster...

Under the streetlight, dancing
On silken wings...

I've always loved being the martyr
Cracked like the surface of old stone...

Your hands, they encircle my wrists
Like bracelets, though they are my shackles...

The night is lonely
The cold air brushes its fingers across my skin...

I stood on Death's doorstep and he
Ushered me in, gave me a mug of hot chocolate...

Saffron days faded into sapphire nights
The atmosphere was heady and she got drunk quickly...

I hide behind this screen
Creating something for myself...