The Living It Costs

So, we lie here again, under the same old moon. You are a constant my friend. So, we examine my fears, my tears and my thoughts. The reasons I fail, the silence, the pain, the living it costs. So, I know what you think. You rattle my cage each time I try sleep. So, your power over me? I’ve studied you too though your conceit would never suspect such treachery from the mild mannered me? So, what do you think now? The air is colder up here, but the wind seems cleaner somehow. So, you never thought I’d getaway? What’s wrong, come closer, oh are you just too used to getting your way? So, that was quick. That’s some fall I took. But, let me tell you that was no cheap trick! So, now it’s my turn. To prey on your fears, to be the fire in which you’ll burn.