VERSE
Traces of your satisfaction
are left here on my face.
I've been crawling around this empty floor.
Hiding in this empty space.
VERSE
Memory it's a funny thing.
It's so strange how it goes.
Popping up unexpectedly.
Clinging to my clothes.

CHORUS
I've been living in the lie too long.
I must return to the dark.
Amid the tangled blankets that's where I belong
among the shadows of the heart.
VERSE
Slivers of the possession
linger in the air.
Shards of flesh deep in their obsession.
Your scent is everywhere.

CHORUS

©1996 Eiswert