Consumption of the Soul

A dash of dark poetry. (A darkened soul sings to the watching night sky) All hail to The Lost Tribe of the Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust The life thieves like Lazarus Who hides in the Grey Meadows Outside my windows Chanting Yes Pull up your souls black gallows Hang your tortured heart High For us all to watch The Machiavellian sights While our blackbirds cry And in us Trust As I stood waiting Waiting all night Waiting all the next day For your call As they watched Wasting so much time After our fall On Valentine's Day But like time dies Within each passing second Our love died As the Watchers Watched Within each playing record Things I know now have Changed forever And memories of you Still get in the way For those memories Don't need no cue or weather To play So now, there'll only be crying Crying over you As silver eyes in our painted white windows Shine Now you've gone Now you're gone And are no longer Mine No denying the whys And what for's As I cry Yes baby Our love is dying Dying with time As each of our old records play And in each second Deep down I know Why Why you ran away I know I stopped caring Stopped sharing As the crowd outside my windows sway Chanting What I was feeling When my mother died and I needed healing Did I take to the Old Jack Daniels To hide what I was feeling So baby If you hear this This is for you My final sweet kiss One of us is changing And one of us is dying And it's too late For all our Valentine Days Have upped and flown away So I look up Look up at the Sun Knowing I'm in hell As I hail The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust The life thieves like Lazarus Who hides in the Grey Meadows Outside my windows Chanting Yes Then Pull up your souls black gallows Hang your tortured heart high For us all to watch the Machiavellian sights While our blackbirds cry While our blackbirds cry And in us Trust For soon I'll step outside As they bow and go wild And tonight join the crowd For they all know me Now As One of their own As I pull on One of their grey shrouds And start to sing All hail The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust The life thieves like Lazarus Who hides in the Grey Meadows Outside all windows Chanting Yes Pull up your souls black gallows Hang your tortured hearts high For us all to watch the Machiavellian sight While our blackbirds cry While our blackbirds cry And in us Trust The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust (C) Copyright John Duffy