What have you done,
with my little spark?
Cursing my name,
because again I put you out.
you tell yourself you are,
dreaming only of the ones who never dream of you.
I'm your disappearing one -
Vanish when the curtain's drawn.
But I will come again, and you will let me in,
and you'll see I never disappear for long.
Into your room,
I stumble now.
Too tired to cower and it's too late to draw you out.
And there you lie like a painting of Christ,
bleeding on the heads of the ones who nailed you down.