Live Life Alone

Still waiting for my Saviour
Storms tear me limb from limb
My fingers feel like seaweed...
I’m so far out I’m too far in
I am a lonely man... my solitude is true
My eyes have borne stark witness
And now my nights are numbered too
I’ve seen the smiles on dead hands
The stars shine but they’re not for me

I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost...
I shine but, shining, dying,
I know that I am almost lost
On the table lies blank paper / my tower is built on stone /
I only have blunt scissors / I only have the bluntest home...
Ive been the witness and the seal of death
Lingers in the molten wax that is my head

When you see the wrecks of sailing ship spars sinking low
You’ll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
are solemnly directed straight at
you...

No time now for contrition
The time for that’s long past
The walls are thin as tissue
And if I talk I’ll break the glass
So I only think on how it might have been
Locked in silent monologue, in silent scream

Anyway, I’m much too tired to speak
And, as the waves crash on the bleak
Stone of the tower, I start to freak...
...and find that I am overcome...