You have to be lost
To eventually find
where you belong

Within the darkness sleeping
Lies a man of iron weeping
Rusted skin a mesh of copper
Cracked steel and broken armour
Streaks of crimson like shooting stars
Coat his torso in a miasma of scars
The fleeting night flies by the painted moon
Screeching at the sky for the sun comes too soon
Eyes of fire paint the night in red
Roses for all the fallen dead
A broken world dies in bed

I miss the way you would hum to me
with your lips moving on my bare back...

I miss the way you'd look into my eyes
from above, me on your bedroom floor...