Alone On the Bridge

potential was squandered neglect has turned it brown no amount of water did ever touch the ground step away from that door and leave those orphaned keys for all of your fine splendour you never found relief alone on the bridge, you were floating on it longer than you would like to admit kill or be killed, if that's what gets you up on your heels, and running until... away from all the noise deep in your empty room your resurected voice serenades a distant moon dressed for a funeral you never leave the house with ev'ry passing day another light goes out alone on the bridge, attractions effacing darker than the quicksand you are chasing do what thou willt, shall be the whole of the law . . for loving oneself back to the bridge, you are floating on it longer than you would care to admit la noche oscura del alma Alone on the Bridge __________________________________________