When I'm around you,
I don't feel a thing...
To be outside once again
Feeling the kiss of the wind...
My dreams, lost and imprisoned
Like wishes not granted...
Do you know that I embrace the darkness?
The knife breaks the skin and I am smiling...
He still hasn't called,
I check the dial tone again...
The wind wraps its cold fingers around me,
And the snow nips at my skin...
Give us excellence we will remember your name
Turn thoughts and words to gold to get your fame...
I remember a time
when I wore my skin...
I need to write a poem
I need to let these...
I walk around
To find nothing but a reflection...
Boots covered in dust and blood
Loaded six guns hang at my side...
I confess I have a fetish for these things.
You might have heard of them, they're called...