my time with you only remains to be silenced,
my pieces of life have dissipated into the frosty air that kept us alive,
the nights of when my tongue tied love scratched the roof of my fragile house,
storms broke the windows of the hall that we danced in,
stained glasses in the chapel i live in,
draw only your portrait.
my time with you is a rope tying a lamb to slaughter.
i only miss those days of guns and laughter.
my time with yours, it is a gun, fingers tugging on the trigger.
somewhere below our ocean of tears,
in a garden of flowers,
a voice called me to leave.
leave you for the chase,
in the fire, in a maze,
i hope this time i meet your friend,
the one whom i serenade.
my time only stays to be ended.
my time with you screams pain.
your daggers dig deep in the earth of the theatre stage of my future.
they kill, you regret, and i cry.
we hope for applause from the audience.
and the voice stands and watches why.
it's a play, and we are the actors,
love, find me when i relish the dreams i foster,
i'm a garden of mirrors, you see yourself in this body of mine,
so when we are closer, don't look at the clock that never showed me my time.
my time is silent,
while you have your mouth chained,
you are my key to this chapel,
and i am your only friend.
