Beyond the cracked lens
of your minds eye
the worlds bitter anger has gone
past without pause
i try to confine this mad fluttering of thoughts my head
and as the sun set i thought id be here forever
in this moment here in her waking dream
her scent lingers on the humid air
and her soft form is still marked there in the sheets

her young lust was a sweating beast in my bed
her need to rush blindly thru left me alone in the night
with the song ringing in my head

imposter...her flesh gripped me like the hand of accusation
but her soft wispers are comforting

this is not what i should have done
i have made a terrible mistake

rain pours slowly from the gaping wound in the  sky
forever trying to fill the voids between heaven and earth
between the dawn and dusk
well into the night i stand here with the redhead wrapped around me
like the funeral dressings of some long lost ritual