Silver

As the light gleams from room to room,

From my eyes to yours.

I take you on as my final doom,

as my cries become dry and coarse.

You have seen who I am although I try and hide it.

You are my best friend,

I will sit with you and confide a bit.

The ice blue gleam lost in the ruins of my mind,

is mine to seek and yours to find.

The silver rings on drunken hands sit on my knees with ill-gotten confidence

as we sit and speak and think in reverence.

We sit and pray in reason,

as we do I remember my lost treason.

I feel dead, you make me live again.

I fear that all I do is hurt you and it helps a life of sin.

I wish you didnąt feel this way, but what can I do,

I look at the silver gleam in your eyes and wish it wasnąt true.

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