I await at the crossroads
For the Devil to come
I sit there graying
No one comes demanding
In earnest and ready for anything
Having given up on the world
Of the burden of feeling
So tightly defined
Even as I so
Almost gave up
A phantom steps out
Could be a woman
Could be a man
Raises a hand to its lips
Brittle, broken
Whispers that everyone hears
Looks everyone straight in their eyes
Come to me
Come with me
Drip over me
Shine into my eyes
[x2]
Take the advice of Angels
Never will you understand
[x2]
Fires wither
Skin etched with writing
Abominations from law-books
Contracts written in blood
Stop believing in words
Stop believing in senses
Stop believing in memories
Stop believing in sounds
Come to me
Come with me
Drip over me
Shine into my eyes
[x2]
Written thus far
Lived thus far
Here where even light
fears to tread
When that dark spirit
Steps down from heaven
Seeks confirmation
Follows the scent of questioning
Old rusted pipe
Follows the wall
Down to a dark corridor
Rarely spotted by light
Bears a whimpering sound
In its chapped throat
Time grows, moment bends
Flees beyond the door
Sits a man-shaped statue
Splotched by jaundiced blood
Bolted on an iron chair
Married to the splendour of the moment
Blank expression on the face
Heart yet with a drop of blood
Hand dry, lips chapped
Eyes bound tight
Written up until now
Lived up until now
Written up until now
Lived up until now and
Trust the numbers, thine self and the holy geometry!
Trust the numbers, thine self and the holy geometry!