Tense

In silence hour face of night
He asked what else to do but write

Control to take and then exhale
He leaves behind another trail
Of inside's ashes, dry and pail

No longer lost
No will to fight
No moments left
No wrong or right

A drape of then weighs cold and dense
With terror wakes his skin repents
Against a wall of stolen thoughts
The spotlights trace
His hidden face
Vitality gives way and rots

No longer lust
No longer life
No longer bottle
No longer knife

Aside from reason, ever sought
His love and lust give way and rot
His spotlights trace a shadow's face
Against the trails he then exhales

A stolen ring from freedoms wife
Control and terror never fail
To blanket faith from head to tail
Cut free and seek another life

Cut free and sing the song he lost
Escape from shadows clung like frost
Take knife and thaw with freedom's saw
Take faith and light and bottle tight
No longer trust
No wrong or right