Faith and the Muse Follow

Another night down on the catherine wheelDrawn into a cornerA symphony of resounding shrieks in my headI court a sure, sudden deathBut give no quarterA paper soul tears the heart from the mindSearing is the morning, a tenement of lightsLost inside the atticOn the floor again with a head full of rainWander with the shadows of shelter and smilesBleeding in a stairwellFever-staggered steps and a mouth so dryThree liquid words collapseBlind and chasing sirensFive years of night time and a heart made of tinAllow your sympathies the length of a tableI recognize no brotherLash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyesAs my knowledge, does the knowingSplit my being from past daysIn decision, in departingIn the severance of old waysWith precision, in my silenceI perceive the bitter stillImposition, these young callingWithered kisses, or the kill?Together we standWe stand so stillIndifference, hollow laughterBathes the walls of this lost homeSo futile, all attemptsAffectations, long to roamEver spinning, vile actressAnswered blindly to the callThe price, child yet again we sitAnd watch our private rome fallI am not wellNo, not well at all