The Only Sign On The Road
Passing through my sight, I reach up and hold you down. I am the weight around your neck that keeps you on the ground, otherwise you would float away. It started when you passed through my dreams as if they were your own. Offsetting in every motion what would become, but then you disappeared and I became so numb. Your light was too bright to lead me through each night, and now I see into dark and tainted dreams. With an evil so impure, I bleed each time I sleep. Your face is forgotten, but the memories live on. I may be wounded, but the thought of you is a sweet residue that rests on the tip of my tongue. Itís like a dagger, which could part your body in two. Iíve learned the danger of my words. I mark them deeply covered by your own. Too bad I canít hear you. Maybe Iíd leave you alone.