A ballad with no words

Watch me wrap

The curtain round

And round our lives

To block out the sound

Of all the lies

Which we have found

The light cannot

Come into our dark

The peace is now

A mile apart
Filled with my gaps
And your stolen

Pleasure

At the time of my leisure
I shall read you

The broken pages of

My diary

The words in blood
The ink is finished

I carve you on my arm
A spitting image

Of the hurt I must endure

Just to be sure

Why the lie?

I am in a mirrored box.
I see myself in it
And you to win it

Must break down the walls
Of the homes of your past
And maybe only then
Will this love ever last