Take this blade

  Across your heart

     And tell me how it feels

      Still standing here

        Still standing close;

           Your frozen face reveals

               Fading through your window

                 As you draw

                    The curtains closed

                       But glowing still

                          In dreaming stars --

                             Faint colors of a rose

                             It used to be

                          It never stopped

                       It seemed so pure and real

                    But now it drains

                 And never flows

              And only feels surreal

           Like leaves that fall

      From trembling trees,

     I'm falling out of reach

   I'm wearing shades

  Of autumn's doubt

As you drift from the breach

These poisoned thoughts

  Can't wash your mind

     Or make your heart feel free

        But forms of lies

           And treachery

              Will drift us to the sea

                 So this is loss,

                    And this is rain;

                       It's crying in the door

                          As trust goes

                             Rushing by me

                     And collapsing on the floor

                         So take this blade

                      Across my heart

                   And tell me how it feels

                To walk right past

             The wounded

                           

                      And then call it love's appeal...