A vague, yet familiar scent
Slips quietly underneath my window pain
As I sleep
Dusting off the passions that just about remain
Remnants, glistening
Fall prey to the dripping light of a new morn
Cue the velvet moan of the night
What a harrowing sight to behold
As dear security of old
Dissolves under one’s hand
With no plan
In a desolate land
A man is left to stand
On his own

I know it well

Masquerade the pain
Behind kind and gentle eyes
Still, a dawning fog descends
Struggling to find the line between
Reality and the impending fear of
The make believe
I recall the distinct call
Of that demon I’ve met so many times before
A handshake so familiar and warm
He wanders in like a friend
When you’re in need
Turns into a silent killer in the dark
He doesn’t guess
He doesn’t ask
He has no time to explain
Why he brings with him this shame
In heavy burdens

I know it well

But I know of a sacred shrine
Where the golden Sun will shine
And drape the light like a honey veil
Over all the evils that dim down and pale
An oasis in the hells of my days
Where I always want to stay
Where I'm warm
Where I'm safe
A man free to quarrel with his mind