The year were cistern, dry deep and long
Where echoes bled and silence grew too strong
I built a ruin in the heart i kept
And swore the bitter promise that i slept
You were a rumor, dust upon the glass
A fading, perfect fracture in the past
Then in a market, choked with common light
Your laughter cleaned the memory of night
I saw you darling, whole and unafraid
A cruel relief, a debt that must be paid
Your eyes, still brown, burned the lie away
The lie that I had lived without your day
But time, the artisan had not been kind
It hollowed me and left a husk behind
You are the gold the shadow clings upon
The blinding sunrise that demands the dawn
And now I know the darkness in my hand
Is not the sorrow I could understand
But the unholy urge to take the key
And lock you inside the wreck of me
The love is found, yes, sharp stark and true
But it's a poison now, distilled from you
I can't touch you without breaking clean
I am the wreckage, you the coming scene
So, go forget the shadow that you found
The dead lives, but only underground
My love is now the coffin that I keep
And when I bury you, my love, I cannot weep