Selcouth

She dresses like a flower in summer
Even as she waits for spring
Her voice quells the darkened silence
The sun goes down when she sings
She dances like a friar on Sunday
Monday comes she ain't the same
She cuts herself another memory
To remind her of the shame
And I'm to blame
My demons are attracted to her
& her shadow calls me hence
My demons make the world seem smaller
& blind my every conscious sense
My, my, I can't believe I'm saying
This ain't only your fault
I gave too much of my soul in your hands
Looking back, I'm a pillar of salt
And I call your name
My heart has hardened too much
That it feels it's been turned to stone
When it is exposed to the sun
My tale has a short span in which I don't know if I can trace the source where this shit all began
You don't belong here anymore
Neither do I
Her gaze makes a cat's seem swifter
Than a breath formed from a gasp
Her hands as light as finest feather
It makes them too light to grasp
She walks with the moon in starlight
& her rays are like the sun
She chooses the night time to fight
You don't know where she's coming from
Time to run