Black Widow

There’s a dark place Dawn has never been Only pain can see Deep within I hear your candle Drips of discontent Your beaded breaths Night's naked din Thoughts grow cold Scent grows dim Window of hope Cracking within I feel your footsteps Your cheek against mine Rain bled palms The emptiness of wine Rust creeks by Shadow grows thin Dust of tomorrow Deadbolted within If I learned to speak If you broke my fall Could I touch your face Widow on my wall