The clouds hung low in the skies
dripping heavy with dew and swallowed dreams,
I sat down to write my hearts desires,
begging the silence in the breeze not to
bring me thoughts of you,
oh no, I won’t do this to myself. Not again.
But we know the night time is such a callous,
selfish soul, stealing sorrows from borrowed songs
calling those sweet words her own.
I felt the cancer between my fingers,
crushed the menthol, and behind closed lids
I quietly calmed the chaos swirling through my mind,
the clouds danced on with their heavy sway,
and the moon poured her milky embrace on
my delicate painted skin once again.
I turned on those soft melodies to drown out
the sounds of the city, but every tune brought
me the painful thoughts of you, and yet
I couldn’t bring myself to turn the radio off.
Somehow I liked the pain that these memories brought,
momentary glances into the past, like snapshots
of our life, times when I was so naive that I thought
love was all we needed, oh, how foolish I was.
But it was the pain that made me change,
the loss and suffering that turned my heart so cold,
and now I love only the silence and the sorrow left
in the darkest corners of the night.
I’m a man made monster, darling,
and it’s all because of you.