Tonight there's a darkness in your room
shaped like whoever my mistake was
I thought was you, in need of proof
the body you would cut searching for
your second skin, the body you would burn
waiting to be born again
will you tell me your name?
if not, I will wait
tonight, by the light of the moon
I fell for you
tonight, I knew it was too soon
what could I do?
will they ever listen?
will they ever understand?

Midnight

To Mary, Queen of Scots (ft. Feral Angst)

On the shelf you know you're always wanted
Just not what I need
Cradling an eclipse with my body somewhere in between
Evening's dark the bullet sparks carry over streets 
I'm on my way to Babylon lion of the East

Tender as a thistle with a switchblade hidden in your coat 
Pulling at the future on the off chance of unfurling rope
It's all blown up the going 's tough I've had enough of that
I'm on my way to Babylon, never looking back

The ones I meet won't know my name or have a second thought
They'll all stand round in wonder at the memories I forgot
Are fated casks of candle wax ringing in my ears
I'm on my way to Babylon,  left behind my tears

You might find me high and dry or very nearly drowned
It may be that I changed my name to hide from  my renown
Face a bust, some speck of dust drifting on the sky
I'm on my way to babylon, in the sweet by and by

Lived the road or so I'm told, witness of the stars
The gutter rats and phantom jacks know the journeys far
They talk only of redemption, the slaying of the beast
We're on our way to Babylon,  lion of the East

Pilgrim's Song

It's not enough to call your name
An ocean wave collapses in the effigy away
Carolina come and meet me 
Carolina come and meet me in the morning

Away from the silver of the light of the moon
In the lighthouse we hid from the dark of the truth
Sailed in the distance and split the atom in two
The procession never feared the words they sang them just for you

It was sleepy as a Sunday with no alibi
Sweating through the covers with innocent white lies 
Tucked under my nails a trail of breadcrumbs that I left behind 
Cascading on the canvas 
Wandering through the desert
We both made it home just fine
And slept alone again and it felt just like the first time


Now every day I carry weight of the world
My friends call me atlas all the insults they hurl
For the Fisher of men and the word on the wall
And the patron of saints and the voice that recalls how your body of stone pulled the sword from the stream and it cut me to pieces as I fell in a dream of Odysseus bound confessing his crimes and Penelope scared she couldn't stop crying
Carolina come and meet me in the morning

D.M. Rice

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