What The Unkown Can Do

The lovers that I wish to know don't exist in my head
The solace my pen desires fights my empty bed
The tread of my heart is getting worn and thin
Though it hasn't wrapped another, so it may look like tin
But it rubs against desire and hate and fear of my own mistakes
When I go to speak, I keep quiet from the heat that friction creates
So my tongue is bound in love and fear, as I cough up the ashes
My dreams are in Hell and the gates are covered in scratches
But my bleeding hands are only that, imagined future hope
As I look her in the eyes, I see my life-long downward slope
My feet are planted towards the moon, but I don't know the way
I get lost at my first step, and I see the flaming bay
And it goes up to my knees that won't stop trembling
As my waist lights the flame of my famous
Cigarillo
I'm caught red-handed in abuse of the rules of rhythm
And I dance my subtle dance to drown out the embers
I wait until I'm cool, just enough for december
Then I shiver my way into the fiery summer
The seasons pass just like the years, I'm nowhere closer
to the truth of the mysteries, which I'm sure exist