Sitting still upon the brink
Of a lady dressed in black
Shadows fall in metered rhythm
Blanketing a broken heart's last attack

Broad daylight shatters
These ominous September skies
While her radiance tears at the fabric
Of my kaleidoscopic disguise

I press my lips upon her
A pursing to purge our woven fate
Tatters of her torn dress billow outward
But the tatters of my heart can't yet relate

She stares at skeletons on the highway
And I'm not sure if I'll ever make it back
I drift off to dream, still sitting on the brink
Of a lady, dressed all in black