It's too late for so many things
This dusty past, so fresh in mind...

You can't change it,
That light dying in her eyes...

Saints love more in death than life
I hope never to be a saint...

Somber shadows cast across the floor
Growing with the coming night...

The sky seemed to drip into the lake
Moon and stars, trapped in this watery abyss...

If loved for even one day
It will never be forgotten...

Words pour out of my mind
Down through my body...

In the beauty of morning light
Dew dripped softly from leaves...

Distorted by your vanity
The beauty in my eyes...

Evening shade
Stars, keepers of memory...

I want to scrape the lust from your bones
Inhaling your dusty essence...

Still laying here
In this pool where you left me...