In nights most darkest hours
when all the worlds asleep
I leave my shadowed stage
and gently start to weep
I cleanse my soul with saline drops
to befoul it yet again
in front of atlas and his wait
the world and all its men
my mask grows painful
a burden in my chest
fake a life I never knew
removed, and I forget the rest
And sheltered in the alleyways
in the scourge of all man kind
there I felt your touch
as your hand slipped into mine
the prince of the sun
then span his golden wings
and took me from my misery
and all those other things
and now in midnight hours
I lay bundled in your arms
after you threw away my mask
and kissed away my qualms
and now I shine the brightest stars
and I play the play for you
you became my audience
the only bliss I knew
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
In nights most darkest hours
when all the worlds asleep
I leave my shadowed stage
and gently start to weep
I cleanse my soul with saline drops
to befoul it yet again
in front of atlas and his wait
the world and all its men
my mask grows painful
a burden in my chest
fake a life I never knew
removed, and I forget the rest
And sheltered in the alleyways
in the scourge of all man kind
there I felt your touch
as your hand slipped into mine
the prince of the sun
then span his golden wings
and took me from my misery
and all those other things
and now in midnight hours
I lay bundled in your arms
after you threw away my mask
and kissed away my qualms
and now I shine the brightest stars
and I play the play for you
you became my audience
the only bliss I knew
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