So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.
You know after all these years it still amazes me how much you move me. How much we are connected physically. How you know what I need at the precise moment.
I guess I should apologize for My Blind Faith. I could therefore, apologize for having false hope. I'm not sure anymore. But I'm waiting.
I saw the way you looked at me today. And I remember what you said the other day. That I didn't exist in your world anymore.
Blood overflows from the vessel that is placed in front of her. She sits alone at her table; a mahogany table designed to seat 20 in a castle built for a dynasty.
You came to me tonight to show me what you had found. And I think so often I have looked for it. I remember when you took it off.
I close my eyes and try to remember our lives before all this pain. When life was much simpler, and you—not so vain. How does it feel to be the ruler of one?
Someone else has been touching you. I can trace her fingertips down your back. I can smell her in your clothes. In your hair.
I guess I'm just tired of fighting for something that used to come so naturally. I'm tired of dancing alone in the rain. I'm tired of all the old cliches.