I miss the burning of my flesh.
Content in simple earthly pleasures
Meaning only in breath you censor.
Walk amongst the blessed,
Digress into false posture to assume role of coal-walker.
I seek my lost muse...
What must she feel right this instant?
Does my name even bring about vague distant memories?
Blurry bloodshot eyes scan a familiar candle lit room
I am consumed by these questions all too often upon my sad weary tongue.
Perhaps she will visit me
Here again someday
Only to find I am not the one she remembers
If she even remembers.

Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know.
Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow.
Why question a life only borrowed?

I am surprised by my lack of resolve.
I thought I could be pure.
I thought I could endure winding lonesome road which still lies ahead.
I sit with hands upon chin in disbelief
Grieve the passing of my content.
I breath contempt for my surroundings.
Without consent grasp the hand of what man might be passing.
Do you hold the book housing answers?
Straight faced with laughter [bad word] my plight after.
Son I must have burnt that chapter.
I only want to recapture what was once mine.
Nothing is yours.
Shall I be lured upon same crossroads as Robert Johnson?
Only if you believe in myth.

Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know.
Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow.
Why question a life only borrowed?

I miss that burning of your flesh.
I thought you once to be pure
How could we endure simple earthly pleasures when your own soul you censor?
I lost all [bad word] as I tread that winding road
What I feel eternal is the bliss of my quiet grief.
I am but a distant memory.
The candle of thought long has been extinguished.
No man has no answer.
Let me rest this sad weary tongue.
My only [bad word] possession.

Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know.
Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow.
Why question a life only borrowed?