The darkest hours of the night,
is where the devil inside of me
comes out to play,
so I suppose
there are really no words to describe or say,
what it means to me,
that you turned darkness into light..
how you turned my devil into an angel, even if it was only for a night.

The black sun coiled around you by morning,
Gingerly tending your wounded mind
You basked in the tall shadow of two lovers;
Waltzing along the line of indecisive love

Seven has always been your favorite number,
As we embarked to raise the tiger-eyed moon
That desolate soul wrapped in your inked bones
Couldn't silence the riptide that conquered like our kiss.

You were an addiction that took five months to sober,
Feathering every "I love you" with a pitiful look to me
I guess we just headed off to war in different directions
We were spilling blood in agony for each other.

There are regrets surfacing in your heart
I would know,
It's in my palm, right?

"I am unwelcome and detatched, it seems.*"

☯
Tell me where to sell
my soul, and I will meet you
there; ode to myself.