To you, I owe each sleepless night
Which I pay by every turn and toss
Until morning drags her violet light
To collect my dues, each hour’s loss
This is not something that I resent
I have found delirium to be a pleasure
As the only things dreams can present
Are fleeting moments, a frantic measure
I know we spent at least three days
As slaves to desire, instead of rest
With crimson eyes, a rosy craze
And even passion had confessed-
That she grew exhausted, and so she left
Yet still our bodies found each other
Knowing her absence was no theft
For the true criminal was another
A crueler kind-his name is Time
And it seemed as though a second spent
Brought upon the cathedral’s chime
If only to remind us of our rent
Late again, and again it’s due
But he had taken our every cent
I will never regret giving me for you
For sleepless nights is all it meant
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
To you, I owe each sleepless night
Which I pay by every turn and toss
Until morning drags her violet light
To collect my dues, each hour’s loss
This is not something that I resent
I have found delirium to be a pleasure
As the only things dreams can present
Are fleeting moments, a frantic measure
I know we spent at least three days
As slaves to desire, instead of rest
With crimson eyes, a rosy craze
And even passion had confessed-
That she grew exhausted, and so she left
Yet still our bodies found each other
Knowing her absence was no theft
For the true criminal was another
A crueler kind-his name is Time
And it seemed as though a second spent
Brought upon the cathedral’s chime
If only to remind us of our rent
Late again, and again it’s due
But he had taken our every cent
I will never regret giving me for you
For sleepless nights is all it meant
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