After the fires have burned low

Ember glow through shadowed room

I've loomed, stood inside your mood

With fists clenched, howling at the moon

Ink blood, I've drenched myself
Quenched a thirst of words painted in relief

To you, I bequeath
 

Speak of rhythms, talk of drink

We've sang your hymns, walked abit

Beneath thunder heads and lightning eyes

Where you jump in dread, I whisper

of watchful lies, protective boon
Everything, just for you, all my
Heirlooms, everytime I have

Prying time, trying crimes, with a bottle strewn

Head board, we've had each other

But without your tying knots and strangling clots
We have bled one another

You in crimson and silver contact, steam punk make believe

Me in ink and pen, Just asking again

Please relieve me of this funk, this rut

I've dug myself into, this fantasy is becoming

My entire entity, and my smothering

Is your infinity, shattering our tranquility

With tense words uttered, from clenched jaws

Grit teeth, gnashing maws spitting verbal heat

Murdered motivation is draining colorless

Into a mutual regret

It appears so, at least
 

In the dusk you still pull from my arms

Chase away across the bed, sharp elbows and cries

Of alarm

I used to smile, when you'd wake from dreams

Lost in that subscious make believe

How it seems you're stuck on some mile
Walking somewhere you feel we must
Or sitting beneath some weeping willow,
picking at some scars, sailing across moonbeam

Strewn sea of bone and pixie dust

Where it's always raining stars and trust

I used to smile when you couldn't tell that daydream

From reality, the visions just too deep to shake

Sometimes now I wonder though, if you're struggling to wake

Or to fall back asleep

If its slumber you want, let me ask

Just this

If you wish another world view

If you could, please

Take me with you