Dust and Magic Spells

Those stepping stones you relied on                                                                                      

The flower you watered but now it's wilting                                                                

The ceiling you touched when you were high, just another flame                                      

Lambent in the decay of your last smile                                                                          

And everything was good for a while, but you had to fuck it up                                                  

And succumb to the thirst, the wanderlust mushrooming                                                

Cigarette smoke lingering like a final dance                                                                      

On the edge of something new, flickering in the light of regret                                                        

On the edge of something new, flickering                                                                                  

Coffee simmering at a café                                                                                                  

Waiting for the cool down, but you're burning up                                                                

A late night taxi home, but you ain't no phoenix rising                                                          

No wallflower, no candle in the wind                                                        

Just a long pause, cleaning up the mess you've made                          

The end of the world's deafening silence, never remunerated                                          

You owe me blood and tears and sweat

Spit sticking to, to the flame in my eye                    

You come back home at 1 a.m. and I can tell                              

You've been drinking again                                                                

A thousand words you have to say but never shut up                  

No hesitation when you chip away at life and look for a cure                                              

But you can't say I dulled your flame when you filled my doubts                                        

With hours of pity and my advice has no light                                                        

Forever dust and spells of magic, you push me into stains                                            

When I was steering this wreckage into a moon cycle                                                  

Parallel but no steeple, my hands were making praying shapes                              

Demolished education and a mockery out of wisdom                                                          

One hundred foot tall and falling                                                                                                  

But not from grace, every stitch in your face ruined                                                                    

A black heart burning like a sun four years ago                                                                

Trying to open a door that's been locked for an eternity                                              

Trying to get through to you but it's like milking blood from a stone                              

A misguided rebellion, that age old song 

The lake never stops, never stops flowing                                                                            

A thousand seas crossed and still left untouched                                                                            

Like an old jacket on a coat hanger collecting dust                                                        

The newspaper you never touched                                                                                      

The Sunday spell of rain, mud into a gold rush                                                                  

A forgotten pin, you can never get your point across                                                      

And I know your mind's drowning in the frustration                                                      

The poisoned arrow missed, the red vein, pulsating                                                          

Fractions torn, head in hands, almost at tears                                                                            

But you exclaim, say you don't care                                                                                      

Burrow into the cold of the growing dark, flashbacks                                                                        

Making a home out of the night, I hear your echo                                                                  

But now it's too late.