A Crime of Passion

In a tunnel; ancient old and black

Suffocating all that’s left

In the hopes of gaining your lost trust

I will report his well-known theft

Stop me not with stolen memories

That might put my pride on pause

Holding on to distant remedies

That you’ve heard of once before

In a prison; safe to store my soul

Contemplating a reprise

Now the cracks inside my heart do show

Just what has kept me alive

Pain me not with poisoned promises

That might cause me to regret

Reviving the fire in my eyes

That I thought better to forget

In a fortress; host to hide my heart

Echoing my faint desire

In weakness it is I find myself

As the lies cling to the liar

Invite me not to watch the sun go down

That might melt my solitude

Catching the stars out of the sky

That once belonged to me and you