A path to evening drops into life
like a maze full of sin.
Complete with smiles
no poet can divide.
Protection from the air is grim
same as a marriage
woven in a mist
of distrust and lies.

A sad, sad spell enchants your hands
when you lie naked
in the shadows of wanting more.
You cannot help but wonder
if this means
you are dead to the skies
lying between anguish
and the path to evening, keeping score.

Your feet fill in the gaps
saying farewell to sacrifice
when midnight strikes
yet does not save you again.  
You cannot walk the path to evening
if you do not know
your way out
of the maze full of sin.