As silence slumbers in the ravenous cradle of the night
As my mortal curtains conclude the day’s show
An actor falters upon the stage
Drunk with the wine of delusion
Delivering a forgotten monologue.
Do you remember for I do.
The starry night and the drunken song
Those harmless kisses and the casual morn.
The warm smile that made me blush
Those wild dreams painted by your tender touch.
The tea gardens yielding the morning light
Those stolen sunsets that beckon the night.
The comic film that bore our laughter
Those kisses on the hotel’s rooftop very-after.
The first morn waking up to a dying kiss
The cursed silence that once danced with bliss.
The broken houses with not so broken dreams
Those cold nights in which now this heart screams.
The lies I would still like to believe
Those sermons of deceit that can no longer relieve
The pain of my dying faith gasping through our drifted paths
Voice that once tore my heart now has me believed
That we are better apart.