In stumbles morning
it’s been out all night.
The dawn with bloodshot skies.
All the answers I had questions to.
Lay crumpled up in a lie.
I’ve been a ghost
haunting my own home.
Hostage with unpaid ransom demands.
Love’s an illusion
done with close up magic.
Sleight of six fingered hands.
She’s a pebble stuck in my heart’s shoe.
A summer cold that I can’t shake loose.
A wildfire rumor burning with the truth.
Heads or tails I lose.
If I could find a way to leave her.
I know my luck would change.
I’d give my shadow the day off.
Feel a cool breeze against my face.
All a delusion from love’s fever.
There’s no one to bare the blame.
I’ll fade away a distant memory
Forgotten face and name
A dieing fire’s last glowing embers.
That can no longer create a flame
