Breaking the Spell

Through my fingers you slip like through air,

Breaking bones as you break this spell

Falling quickly to the bloody ground

And taking with you the magic of a spell so secretive.
There is no wishing, no more disguise
Behind the curtains of an empty promise...
And the drops of dew on these rotting leaves
Fill the silence with a pregnant pause.

The sunshine fills the rooms of this asylum,
And in its rotting misery beauty remains...
For in this silent prayer, the nights are still unharmed
And wrists that bled are now like dried out wells.
No metaphors in silly conversations,
And the night sky shows the loneliness inside...
There is no storm that's coming...
The promises were broken
And waiting for forgiveness
Will dry you out as well.

The magic that surrounded, the innocence within
Was bled out on the carpet to chance a new beginning...
The bottles that surround you, the ashtray overflows...
No mirror left un-shattered... and yes, my dear, she knows.
The spell she broke has left you, she never did you wrong,
But in your sure departure, you let everything down.
It doesn't matter, does it? The time you just forgot
The loneliness inside, is what you lost.