Razor Grace

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

If I could be your lover, I’d swallow the mist,
And I'd hide all the pain in a smiling disguise.
I'll be anything for you—a ghost or a beast,
Just to feed on your touch and survive on the lies.

I swear I won't reach for your shoulders again,
But just like a captive, I break every vow.
Without you I'm nothing... a shadow of pain!
You hold all my answers, 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 all the fabric apart,
And go back to the sheets where you whisper my name.

I tried to break free from this prison of rust,
To dissolve in the calm of a quiet routine.
But I can only feel myself turning to dust...
Hearing drops in the silence, so 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 heavy grief washes the memory away.

I’m a beast in a trap with my limbs torn apart,
And I pull myself close with an agonizing cry!
Every glance that you cast was a blade to the heart!
And everything burned as it started to die.

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