Insurance

It's 1am and still I lay here
Waiting for sweet sleep to come and take me
For dreams filled with hope and joy
To whisper their secrets into my ears
And to hold me hostage within my wishes
Until the ransom arrives: the bitter truth
Which leaves in my mouth, the taste
Of wasted tears.

Although I can feel the cold, I toss
And turn impatiently, and like an unwanted lover
The sheets they entangle me, and trapped within
A spiders web, the soiled silk of a wedding dress
The burning touch of a used caress
Knowing it has embraced another
And you just what remains, the side effects
Of hurt and pain.

You expect that I am as I seem
Curled up into a cold cave of lust
On this dreary night
But beneath the empty eyes
And the fiery cries
You can find a chain

With no lock, and no key.
No way to cut through.
And it binds me to the blood.
But the words, they run free;
Like a blinded bird
It sings, to whomever
But there is no depth to the words
A shallowness lasting forever

But now I cannot speak, yet my words have been heard
And it seems like those early shadows, they flew
And now all that's left is what never occurred
As it's impossible to control what the heart will do.