Headstone

Look at all the things we did

To keep the demons gone …

And

I feel

That I’m wasting

This life

And the heart breaks

In the rain

Against the moon

And your green eyes

Made of Stone

And all these demons

In my mind

All these lives

I’ve hid behind

Praying

I might turn out to be something else…

But my shadow predicts

That I’m going to run out of time…

It’s the gut

It’s the pain

The insides

Turning to shame

These years

Worn thin

Trying to do the best you can

Takes its toll

When do you get to lie down

Just to rest

I guess it’ll be my head against the stone