Crash and burn through torpid night,
Anticipates a shallow grave.
Not even a modicum of light -
Not even strongest prayers can save.
But blackest night adopts you still -
And blessed are the broken.
Our misery burns cold and free,
From all that's left unspoken.
Lately there is no believing -
Not a thought, nor dream worth keeping,
Not a heart that isn't leaving -
Not a soul to hear us breathing.
Through endless days and crying hours,
Too caught up with worldly powers.
My love forgets to bring me flowers -
Captive hearts in cold, high towers.