The Grave

As I fall into shadow
And return back to the grave
I slowly wonder what I have done

The dirt piles around my bones
So simple a plan it had seemed
All conceived and noted on a napkin inside a bar

For failure or for lust
I’m losing my breath now
No one ever knows the truth of love

I gave it all to you
The very fiber and strain of my soul
The last light begins to fade

Yet I still see you and I know you know
The dark figure strengthens its hold
Trying to hide away within the light

It’s derived from failure and a lost past
Two perfect ships passing through the night
So I let myself begin to fade

I had asked for this all my life
When I was given my wish
I had failed to let it grow

Then the end drew so very near
Half a heart beat away from tears
As you said your final goodbyes

But wait one second a whore can speak
Sliding from one vine to the next
I refuse to be taken alive

How dare your foul mouth speak the innocence of love
Stay true to your talent and slide up and down another pole
I will rise and come back from the dead

You are the failure and the cancer never to succeed
You will be the one who burns for it
After all, this is your grave, not mine