Razor-sharp grace

I just want to forget, let the wine drag me down,
Suffocate in a stranger's embrace...
But your voice in the shadows still leaves me to drown,
Slicing me open with razor-sharp grace.

If I could be your lover — I’d swallow the mist,
Hide the agony deep in a smiling disguise.
Be anything for you — ghostly shadow, dead beast,
Feeding off of your touch, surviving on lies.

I swear I won't reach for your shoulders again,
But like a chained captive, I break every vow.
Without you I'm nothing... nobody... just pain!
You hold all my answers, and I need them right now.

I try to bring warmth to a stranger's cold heart,
But the fire they hold is an alien flame...
I dream I could tear time's fabric apart,
Back to tangling the sheets while I whisper your name.

I tried to break free from this prison of rust,
To dissolve in the calm of a quiet routine.
But I only feel myself turning to dust...
Hearing drops in the silence, dark and unseen.

I searched for your face in the core of it all,
In the noise of the streets where the city lights play...
But always, in answer to my silent call,
The grief washes over, taking memory away.

I’m a beast in a trap with my limbs torn apart,
Pulling them close with an agonizing cry!
Every glance that you cast was a blade to the heart!
And watching me bleed with no tear in your eye.

Tell me, why is your choice so insanely cruel?
So twisted, so senseless, deeply untrue?
So why am I left here, a lonely fool?
Forever indifferent to anyone but you...?