Put out the lights,
tell the sun to hide away.
Put the fires to ashes,
douse the lights and send sparkles astray.

I can't hide in the bright lights;
they share my sins with the world.
I can't be among the worthy,
I can't face their comforting looks,
and their loving acceptance.

Hide me, my love, hide me good.
Hide my wounds, hide my sorrow like a mask.
Keep me a smiling figure as the world should see me;
But promise me you'll look away when the tears flow,
still stay and promise me I'll have your shoulder to lay on,
and your sleeves to dry my eyes on,
and your scent to fool my nose into comforting my mind.

I don't want the magic of your embrace to end.
I want to see spells and chants flow from your mouth,
as fight demons and devils that make me cry;
I cry into pillows already wet from the tears of last night;
they were meant to hold the heads of the weary;
not to sponge the flowing rivers or living denial.

Whisper lies into my ears so I can live another day,
the dust of a fired shot or the taste of the smooth sharpness of the blade,
they tempt me so.

Take away all of my indecisive pride,
and drown them in the pits of love;
I can't swim, neither can my flaws.
Drown them good,
they can't live under the **** that covers what isn't land on earth.