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
Only comprehends 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 truth 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 true possession

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