amoral

dust clouds rise beneath my feet
to obscure the way behind me
my image burns into the street
as he walks beside me

the devil is no mystery to me
I've seen him in the light of day

the curtains blow in on the breeze
a shadow moves across the room
I've come here searching for release
on her walls dead flowers bloom

the devil is no mystery to me
he rides beside me in the night

his hand moves to cover mine
as I stare off into space
his finger traces all the lines
unwritten from my face

I'm sleeping in a bed of fire
I do not dream at all

and as I walk these streets
my thoughts are all of you
even now
my thoughts are all of you
even now
fallen to earth broken archangel
even now
your name is on my lips
as I go down
to stand between the dark and light
where there is no middle ground